Produce Songtext
von Barion

Never really saw it coming
But I try to find some fun in
Separating wings from bodies
Of their precious butterflies

Produce
Gore and sludge
Grease and such

Produce
Maggots thrive
In open wounds

Produce
Rotten goods
And swinging moods


From start to end
To never bend
To never get
Wellness to spend

Never really saw it coming
Phosphorus and ash on their wings
Fiends are soaring spikes are falling
On our heads regrets are gone

Produce
Gore and sludge
Grease and such

Produce
Maggots thrive
In open wounds

Produce
Rotten goods
And swinging moods


From start to end
To never bend
To never get
Wellness to spend