Lyrics Thrashomatic Overdrive - Cryptic Wintermoon

Thrashomatic Overdrive

Addicted to protoplasmic matter
I avail myself of that wide abundance
For I am the creator — the call me god
This naive rattle I just cultivated to quench my thirst
In my laboratory lovely named «earth" — your incubator — you grow and wilt
Scrutinized and analyzed
And when my work is done I simply pull the plugg
I am theory — and practically don´t exist
Syntax error — the unknown force of downfall
My name a synonym for terror — my blood the elexier of horror
I sustain all synthetic factors of physical composition
Archiving of all nocturnal phenomenons
The ultimate superivsor of statics — weaver of dimensions
Listen to that voice so mellow — close your eyes and fall asleep
But be on your guard not to go astray in the shades
Back to generation zero — thrashomatic overdrive
Enigmatic origin stain by hidden force
Exinguishing the flame of mortals — systematic termination
Monumental patron of the unhallowed hordes
I sustain all synthetic factors of nocturnal grace