The pagan tires burn through the night
Blackness my whore, I bleed the light
Miles of bone lay on the ground
In remembrance of warmth would you shit on me?
I am the new corpse paling beneath the shade tree
You can't give me what I need
Picking at scabs with ambition to bleed
The war machine moves forward lifeless
We feed larvae with the blood of our martyrs
We burn the flames of the funeral carnival
I am death waking up in a coffin
I eat the eyes and pray to see the emptiness inside of me
I eat the brain and pray to know anarchy of fallen angels
I want to be the enemy
The hero is dead
I put the newest hole in his head
Bleed for me, we were born dead
Falling chunks of flesh
Ejaculating sickness, shit lord, scum
God swallow me whole
I am death waking up in a coffin
Your new corpse is beauty
Dying on the inside