[Intro]

Gods unfortunate creatures

Those who cried themselves to sleep

Stirred to cry again

[Verse]

I'm a man trapped in a battle with death

For every sec I get he has eternity to spend

Sacrificing like a black satanic chapel in mass

I kill GOATs behind ornate stained glass

Yeah... Not impressed

I can’t hit the barbwire if I don't straddle this fence

I have a cackling laugh like there's maddening gas

Trapped in the air and I’m barely sensing its there

I'm Reckoning sent, a servant to gods I don't understand

Put the holy water on my skin, that shit fizzles a little

As if reactions within it stirred up a drizzle

My skin blisters, sticks to itself ripping cysts in tissue

Holy water spilled melts my skin akin to acid residual

I decided I was my own god, then became an atheist

And I fucking hate myself, thus I'm halfway satanist

I'm my own devil too, as in an adversary opposite

Now I'm no longer hid, inside alone I've reanimated

Reincarnation, re-iteration, realization, idealization

Karmic devolution of a creative soul to a cicada

Tainted by either shame or lack of motivation

They didn't create anything in their days awake

Ungrateful for life, they now inhabit an expiring shape

Once human, now in fragile body rotting away

Yet despite their pain they sing every night and day

Before they hibernate once more, damned to be born again

I’ve been hibernating half alive

Quite asleep for all this time but I awaken

High and baked, in a heightened state of creation

Fuck, just let me live or die painless

I revel in pain as my depression changed shape

I’m an inverted saint trapped in a changing maze

Can't prevent my mind to betray itself and decay

My festering brain reverted back to insane

My neurons are neutron stars chained

A nuclear fusion thats hard to restrain, contain and maintain

My nucleus contains pure, undiluted rage

My stigmata wounds spawn swarms of plagues

We’re damned to this place

Want an answer to prayers

Look out at a world infected with aids

Enough to cause god himself to question his faith

Nothing is an intangible concept

Can't picture an image that is accurate

Nothing isnt death as that implies the existence of life

Nothing isnt black as that implies the existence of light

Nothing is nothing, and yet immortal through time

Can't be defined yet it will never die

So when planets fry and stars don't shine

As heat death slowly kills galactic skies

From that point onward always darkness will define

And there will be no ressurections

Like the cicada I’m aware of eminent death

Cry for a mate before the end

Of my short life, mentally hogtied with time's thin thread

Know it's better to fly and sing while I still can

Try to make peace with whatever is left

So the cycle can begin anew again

Bring that back, begin a new again

As in a new meaning to the word again

Change the cycles we're lost with then

Break the cycles of shackles we're locked in and

Take and recycle the remnants before the coffin slams

Death is just hibernation before reincarnation commence

Before I leave my stiffened shell abandoned for dead

I'm silenced like a lamb in a slaughtering den

And finally die and dont awaken again