Incubator - Plants Of The Bizarre

Whipering - from a part inside
Of you laughing in a dream
Which may be true
Plants - of - the - bizarre
You feel a act of misery
Those gluttonous
Creatures
Are tasting lovely meat
This kind of evil was born
By sins - sins
You're damned
To suffering
In a world of
Horrible illusions
Disfigure me condemned
To pray
That what I see is
The expulsion of my soul
My flesh is burning still
My tears are falling hard
The tomb of love is
Psycho terror
My life is just a
Crippled error
So stand up and touch
My greens
My power will destroy