From the Surface Grate (Live na Loja) Lyrics

Cast down into a World of Pain

Lone yell from a throat insane

No escape from my domain

Forget the gift of being slain

Frenetic flashes fill your eyes

Synaptic surges in disguise

Tunnel hearing, distant cries

Your mind starts telling lies

Tiny screech from the Surface Grate

If they hear you, it's too late

No recovery from your state

Monkeigh, your ass is mine

Open your eyes to a new filth

See your blood scattered and spilt

Now begins, a kind of brith

But no, you won't be brief

Necrotic tissue on the floor

Your body already part of the gore

Just hold on a little more

Or are you feeling too sore

Tiny screech from the Surface Grate

If they hear you, it's too late

No recovery from your state

Monkeigh, your ass is mine

In a parallel plane of reality

Your mind shielded from all insanity

Say your goodbyes, your mind is gone

Let it go my Child,

LET IT GO