A filthy steam of throbbing flesh
Generated through ages of time and dust
Supposed to be the last mass
All wrapped up in malicious human lust
A god-denying, self-imposed tale
Macabre, yet intriguing fascinating
A world high on stale
Why are we all hibernating ?
A breath-taking experience for any and all
Gut wrenching pleasure
Bravest are the ones who still stand tall
By all means, use it as a measure
Our days are numbered - all the way down
Catle and men - all going to end
Spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten
White noise, it is all tormenting our souls
A kin so near, still so far away
It cuts through even our bowls
Can anyone lead the goddamn way ?
A shower of blood, a sink full of waste
An idiot with an icon, a moron short of words
Is that what you call good taste ?
Where is the mouth full of worms ?
Our days are numbered - all the way down
Catle and men all going to end
spirit of the world, defunct and forgotten
Let's pray it's going to be quick
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