I lament for the deaf and blind While the mute verbalize behind tired eyes Triumphant! As he consummates with color An aesthetic finale and stupor I am convinced my drug addicted savior Reigns in victorious sleep!
As she slits her wrists and bellows to the godless Oh, the godless sit upon vacant gallows Tying their own nooses and in melancholy sadness Vie for knives to break their beaks As they stand at the pinnacle of disease
Growing the graves of humanity From the preliminary communal seedlings But you reign victorious! On an Earth consuming the corpse flowers
Of mothers and brothers, Sisters and fathers Musicians and cowards Musicians and cowards Musicians and cowards Musicians and cowards Musicians and cowards We all cower at the sight of monsters...
You are like the night sky On a cloudy day in the midst of the city Polluted and inaccessible to me But beautiful as you captivate my dreams Oh, god have mercy on me We pray to the vacancy On our prostrate and broken knees
Breath is stolen from me As I arrive at your murder scene Oh, god have mercy on me! Oh, god have mercy on me!
I can't help but feel nothing Pure apathy and displacency This is what death has done to me This is what death has done to me