Part I
Bilious green under piceous skies
Amorphous chants at falling horizons
Flickering carcasses.
The stench of ashen wings
Fire!
I baptize you mother with fire!
Black flames shall char the womb of your memories
And shade-grown stigmas shall dance on your pious endometrium
Rinsed with a red river of superiority
Do you see, the darkness, Mother!
Open your legs and look into the chasm of light, you filthy god-bearer
Part II
Evolution has been institutionalized!
Father, almighty headsman
The corporation of the festering viscus of your slaughter men
Remains of infestation
Echoes of ancient hails from the temples of doomsayers
Frosting wrath of gods
Austerity!
Austerity!
Austerity of relation!
Part III
Army of blades gorging deeper and deeper to my unholy grain
Feed me on the carrion of your spirituality
Mother! Father!
You deadly embrace
Receive my darkness
Your last commandment
My abortion of enlightenment
Trapped in control
A fracture of soul
A rapture of mortality
Your flatlining vessel of serenity
Part IV
Primordial tears sundering skinless fears
Naked my thorns
Bleeding precaution
Corporate abortion
Lost in control
Dead space
Dead birth
Dead earth
Blown off
Dethroned
Decapitated
My body is your void
Part V
My cool lifestyle
My cool career
My cool attitude
My cool smoke blow
My gangsta dumbo
My ink limbo
My golden frivolity
My childish popularity
Idolism is my brand
Bitches my talk
I am not a rebel
I am a label
A hollow reflection
Kill your idols
Crucify me at the very least!
Part VI
Your love left me to rot
Your love is hate
Your hate is my love
Leave me armly in a smouldering blister pack called life, generically limited model “Be yourself”, the VIOLENCE edition.
Part VII
You are not worth killing me.