I am your god, not your friend, I'm the bringer of pain I know your weakness, you're flesh, you monster. The seeds of disbelief are corrupting your mind pump and harvest the black matter Out of human veins
We're the heretics' convictions reborn from the flickering guiding lambs to execution while the paradox is growing Seeds of malice Falsified your existence paint the ground with yourself and mutate with the worms and mutate with the worms
we are the narcissic tongues and the brains of tyranny delusions of grandeur in the eyes of the weak Only hatred will grow with awakening of genocide rise to fall and Fall to rise live to lie, become cyanide One by one follow your fellow mates enter the no-return door and be part of the waste Kill to feed the seizure when blood stains your hands live to fill the procedure for monocratic lands