Wash your hands in terror Save your perfect form In front of the eyes of destruction Finest form of mental rot Visions of the dead world Also a fake image I wish you could remain the same And keep the constancy of agony forever I swear no one has ever hurt like that before So that I’m able to recover devil’s fame I give my praise to egoism You’d better do not tempt the fate of the divine Metabolical extension may be interrupted In a very subtle but considerable way Drown yourself in apathy and sins Expendable materials are what you are destined for Waiting for the darkest governor What shall be now? He who shall be worthy of us all Cancer is your fate Motivating by three vile principles To feed the belly For saving our world Upon your fate Release the truth Show me your true nature To purify our damnation The emptiness is filled by your cry Normal is being justified As unacceptable But how much of you do consider gloominess As a perfect paradise? Being animal How could you spend day by day? It’s your grief And emptiness is filled by your Justifications Of what shall be done or may happen Because of the less questions I ask