Tekster: Beyond The Sixth Seal. A Homicide Divine.

disgust drives deep into my flesh and the lightest of day lifts me into your longing to live surpassing our standards and once again falling into your final branded the weak i feel it burn i see the fire beneath your eyes your hate for you you leaves these scars bleeding imprisoned myself in your narcissism i am surrounded by words that mutilate my mind and beneath my skin your lies clot within turning my insides cold envision your bloodstreaked across the tiles drying like paint around my hands battered i lie on the floor as a child coming closer to death i wonder what makes me chant conqured you've left my aspirations i fall with your help we abolish creation your hatred is for yourself your rain lashes hard upon my shoulders i fall to my knees wishing that you could see yourself