Never asked why I’m totally possessed
By the visions of all filth at its crest
A thousand burning hands fall of the sky
Breathe

Clear ground like a fucking wild dog
Hunting death I don’t believe in what I saw
Choking innocence and burning out the law
Drown

Wounded beast pulls me through the black hole
Through my eyes drugs my slithering soul
Build a fire out of fellow man’s bones
Thieves

Hooded dealer with a fire in his palm
Bloody visions the only way to stay calm
Deny all faith
I’m fucking off

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