Bloodpit - The Juvenile Hell Lyrics

The Juvenile Hell

I expect to taste a refined flavor
Something from the finest dishes on earth
I´ve got no menu. The servant evades me
So I don't have to pay the bill

Carnal component breed
Wine, God, my guide
Jaws, my glass
A frog in my mouth eats the fly on my plate
God, this is the juvenile hell

People bending all around. A garden for dolls
The superficial group is here right when the music
starts
I want out. Can´t handle this nonstop beat
This paralysis kills me fast and you just twitch

Carnal component breed
Gone are the bounds
Modern human being
Cheap production´s rampant
God, this is the juvenile hell