Foetus god descends in silence a bastard deity for us to believe blasphemy of gen collage in backward sombre involution
Foetus god abortion of the Diine latent rape of wet, lewd womb man-made myth to blunt in mind the vilest offence of five senses
Undone miracles never to come invalid rise of slave thought the only light its dawn can shed is from burnt wisdom and shimmering greed
Thine is not the Kingdom no trace of strength I see no Mercy to expect a seed of claws upon your lips
As pure wit turns into effusions we, snakes of Truth, ex and devour gods manifested in twisted images astrally hunted in shadow and soul
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat I bet you listen to this psalm of me
Sweet holy shiftless godsend meat I bet you listen to this psalm of me little by little, one by one the thorns become the real crown
Thine is not the Kingdom no trace of strength I see no Mercy to expect a seed of claws upon your lipsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
