End of catalepsy
Lethargic agony
Broken ataraxy
Vision of a sculptural mass grave
Metaphor of a whole which is nothing
crawling on the carcass of a forgotten utopia
Buried alive under a heap of lies
Smothered by the corpses of banished ideals
my decadence ends with this painful rise
Seraphic vision of a neurotic messiah
Sepulchral vision of a sculptural mass grave
An odd venom runs from these old open wounds
Now my body's a pile of bloody flesh and broken bones
You know I came for you
Your decadence ends with this painful rise
Blind and divine
Human decline
I awake from the nightmare
Grinding an adipose mass
We are infectious cells
In an infected hell
Don't you see the scars on your back ?
Heaven is a no man's land