Why are these morbid sufferings and cadaverment dead?
I`ll cast you down to be lost inside the walls
We are the decades of those who dissolved in time
Now I do feel a smell of the wretched veins
Cadaver
They are turned into god’s leech
And stay fine of the same poll
Quench my first fall
And I’ll crucify crying and begging beings
Love to silly death, no matter what they say
Telling gossips for abomination and massacre
Why is it all the same?
We’ll sell ourselves even in churches immediately
Worshiping meat
Eventually the gates of heather will forever embrace our life
Forever and every time we look into the future
We are now predecessors and future component
Praying to the world of materialism
Being into sin, in and in
Like the signs telling yourself
That your soul is far away
We are still amidst the culture of damned
Easily we drown
Easily we were born indeed
But god is going to failure our human breed
Easily we were born dead
Dressed like fallen angels which shall stay
Buried as our dreams are feet and feet under
Telling us: “You've killed yourself”
Mad bygone god
Fuck
