Drifting through never existed Realms of all of the confessional gods We serve to ones of our type But still one step above us
Never silent Never exposed Promising salvation Paradise is not cheaply bought
Finding truth is not our habit We prefer the deathlike silence Post-mortal being Non-existance Knowing fading Into darkness
Arms State Forever dominate
Root of evil growing inside you Planted by god you've chosen By your own Experience deleting processes failed Now you're able to learn yourself Now you know you was treated like shit Even have the simpliest mind But as you still as stupid as fuck The only thing you want is grind
Statement Grind down! Religion Grind down! Government Grind down! That should be fuckin' grinded down!!
Oh Devasteted world much better than world you live in now? Disgorging curses you blow yourself In the name of sheepfucker's god
Fools
Disemboweld Dead walking Hunting yours Loyal brains Afterwards Eating flesh Of mindless zombies By ones with mind.