Enjoy the shit got by your hands and gush to the floor,
because you, you are me.
Put your hands inside of you until they touch the black and the rotten,
that will turn into the new flesh.
About the screams that sound, they will depend on
what do you want to stain.
Inside of me something moves,
all the crap that wants to jump up to the mind,
everything that is somebody,
everything is part of you.
The city burning around someone who dances,
and enjoys the horror.
Leave me or believe in my screams,
touch what I have touched.
It’s all crappy,
Do you really want to see it?
In my name, what you get?
Create the life.
In my name, what you get?
Create the life.
Put your hands inside of me.
In my name, what you get?
Create or die.
Look at those sweet faces reflected in you.
They mean nothing,
because you have already seen them.
Leave me or believe in my screams,
Kill me or eat my flesh.
Touch me inside,
and create the new flesh.
In my name, what you get?
Create the life.
In my name, what you get?
Create the life.
Put your hands inside of me.
In my name, what you get?
Create or die.
Are you alive?
DROPS OF BLOOD TO THE DARK SOIL,
THEY CREATE THE FLESH OF THE NEW.
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