Take my mutilated hand
Let us go downwards
Drugged and dragged into carnage

Stand corrected
Scarred of the marks of my deeds
Wander onwards

The mission is stated
Bring down the order


Fed on fear revealed in death
$#&@ed up creations
Third-degree burns

Collecting bodies
Clashing souls
Toxic fumes pieces of flesh

Strange desires
The babble of voices
Stench of decay

Spreading disease, fever shrieks
Indulge and feast upon the new heavenly order
Mishap moist tender being

Crawling
No one can be what you could be
Darkness fitness all the same

Thoughts merciful
Willing to be liked
Culture

Green clothes
Bags of unknown content
Darkness, fitness all the same

Twisted smiles itching hatred disbelief
Cheeks eyes ears lips in my mouth