Ripping my throat apart with my hands

Screaming in madness and gargling in blood

Breaking my fingernails peeling my skin off

A perfectly choerographed self hypnosis ritual

Reality fades as eyes become white

Chants are sung backwards and louder

Red velvet soaked in blood drowns the words that were written

Figures come forth from the wayes on the wall

A tongue of fire slithers down my head

Burning all that is conscious and real

And elightens me until ashes and faith remain

What I see shall be only ornaments for the Lord

What I speak shall be praise and truth of the Lord

What I build shall become tomb for the weak and the innocent

And they will vanish, never to sow their anemic seed again