In the morning the child stirred inside me \"Touch it\" It will be the last child of this world and I conceived it from a rat
And the rat wandered amongst The dead soldiers ribs It soaked the last whisper And their flesh's smell To chase souls To transmit the only reality with the semen And the only reality was the body's reaction
Now death is not a fact anymore Death is the dissonance Death is the conglomeration Death is the decay of flesh without soul
The morality became a product, Feeling of shame and pity have been Lost amongst animals, garbage, sand and stones Disgust and exitation don't reflect In guts and excretas anymore The heartbeat is not interesting now Like clock's hand that's been stopped
With such flag of the reality The child will enter into this world It doesn't remember morality The poisoned sky is the blind lord
Now life is not the fact anymore Life is the instantenious shock Life is the sensless locomotion Life is just a one step to the kingdom of rotten flesh