Cataclysm - Brute

Bastards in bubbles float around

Their tissuey eyes bulging out

Amongst the marbles for some bright blue steel

They love the marvels that the machines do mill

Bastards in bubbles

Bastards in bubbles

Bastards in bubbles

Bastards in bubbles

Bastards in bubbles float around

Their filmy eyes bulge with doubt

They doubt the physics of the focused storm

They hate the breath that blew their form

Bastards in bubbles

Bastards in bubbles

Bastards in bubbles

Bastards in bubbles