Текст песни Potato Hate Explosion - Eye of the Tater

I've clawed my way up the totem pole of hell
A journey narrated by intelligent bells
Harnessing nature, harvesting the impure
Reeling in the future, calling forth chiseled allure
Day by day, I'm building a fortress
A monument of fitness towering above yesteryear's plumpness

Transgress the rest, stand above the mess of fat
It's come full circle, picturesque inside and out
What a jest to suggest
That it's a privilege to transubstantiate
Into a self-maintained and made structure of sex

Let's get mad cut | All day long | And work out