[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
A state of perfection, immersed in filth
Equilibrium obtained
Pure in devotion to all things unwell
This sweet zen of our ill condition sustained
[Chorus]
A new belief-system
Salvation found in vomit and blood
Where deprivation, lies
Corruption, war and pain is god
[Verse 2]
Balance
Harmony found in the sickly, the vile
Unflinching eyes, joyous and gleeming
Intense in their need to watch things die
[Chorus]
A new belief-system
Salvation found in vomit and blood
Where deprivation, lies
Corruption, war and pain is god
[Post-Chorus]
Decay
Disgrace
Disgust
Our state of zen
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 3]
The grime of contempt and degeneration
Sticky, foul and pungent
The sediment of our creation
We flourish in this bloodred soil