Kazaze

Spiraling into this The mouth of the abyss It's got you on its tongue An aggressiveness you can't resist I try to escape But it only persists They're coming they're coming they're closer now Grab your wives and your children Get them out Swim underwater now that you got her wait They'll only follow you somehow Make it down to the twilight And let it have your brains Give it salt and pepper to make it better I swear you're not insane I swear that you're not insane Why can't we Escape this feeding frenzy This must be hell on earth Next thing we know They'll give birth To false ideals and ludicrous stories They'll teach 'em at the schools in which the children are learning We'll beg We'll plead But they'll never concede No They're coming they're coming they're closer now Grab your wives and your children Get them out Swim underwater now that you got her wait They'll only follow you somehow Make it down to the twilight And let it have your brains Give it salt and pepper to make it better I swear you're not insane I swear that you're not insane No