Текст песни Unjustly Labeled - Chapter 6

The walls are moving.
A stench pervades the air.

A vicious rot assaulting all senses.

Transformed.
The world, alien.

I cast my glance outside.
Distorted, rotten, squirming

The flesh-like ground, moving.
While the sky shines red.

The things wrenching around,
undescribable in form.

I hear their voices.