Take my mutilated hand

Let us go downwards

Drugged and dragged into carnage

Stand corrected

Scarred of the marks of my deeds

Wander onwards

The mission is stated

Bring down the order

Fed on fear revealed in death

Fucked up creations

Third-degree burns

Collecting bodies

Clashing souls

Toxic fumes pieces of flesh

Strange desires

The babble of voices

Stench of decay

Spreading disease, fever shrieks

Indulge and feast upon the new heavenly order

Mishap moist tender being

Crawling

No one can be what you could be

Darkness fitness all the same

Thoughts merciful

Willing to be liked

Culture

Green clothes

Bags of unknown content

Darkness, fitness all the same

Twisted smiles itching hatred disbelief

Cheeks eyes ears lips in my mouth