Crawling sickness This scathing obsession with human flesh The scent of rotting prompts illness in my mind While masturbating with old bones in chambers Where I contain all the ashes of the world My morose condition, I dream of only blood, rust, and cum, and screaming in torture Solitude eats at my fingers, snapping like my splintered soul An ancient secret I cannot control
Murder on mass Can’t we see the signs of depravity? The veil is opaque and counterfeit by kings
And sold to us as salvation Open your fucking eyes and bite the fingers force fed
Humanity’s long-lost laryngeal spasm In constant reflux, we’re whores to a cunt-raped system Stifled resistance to criminal ideology
Do we not remember the promise of oblivion proclaimed by us, endorsed by some? We will die in this dystopic kingdomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
