The Prople - Son of Blattella Lyrics

Spectrums of color run through your veins
End your life in my master's name
The pit, the river, over your cries
Lifeless eyes coated color this time

You won't inhabit a shallow grave
The balls, the colors, so beautiful this way
As I watch you sink right in the pit
I know where my life spends, this is really it

Swarms of my brothers crawl down my spine
They whisper in my ears, "it's time..."

You won't inhabit a shallow grave
The balls, the colors, so beautiful this way
As I watch you sink right in the pit
I know where my life ends, this is really it

Such a shining glimmer in your eyes
Such a sight as you're petrified
Frozen in shock as you're devoured alive
Grinning as you fade in my sadistic sights

I'm the Son of Blattella
That's what I tried to tell her
She chose to disobey my needs
Now on her face, my mother will feed

Having my way with her crunched, brown shell
Bury you beneath this colored hell