Growing on this mess rotten seeds wrong beginning full of madness in his eyes all the evil will display thoughts become nightmares falling in a hole of shit all his life was destroyed but he will arise!
Pushing fear on his veins draining all the insanity falling from grace
slicing thousands pieces of his mind bleeding hate killing all remains of love and hope from his soul
after years of worms eating me, burying me i've decided to incinerate all the signs of my faith
on knives, his feet piece by piece, cut his flesh reflected in their hands the darkness of his soul.
Take the weapons, go to hunt I know you wish to become me Take the weapons, go to hunt I know you want to kill me Kill!
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