Salty drops mark bodies with invisible scars Bodies of human shadows among their excrements Salty drops fill slowly their empty eye sockets Unintentionally raised onto the burning skies Salty drops irritate the senses of parasitic brothers Indifferent toward eternal wailing cacophony Salty drops sail in defiance of idleness Like the yearned rivers of crematory transports
Ritual awaiting with obscene affluence Within the sphere of low numbers elite Ritual awaiting for the beneficial cattle cars Temples of hope useless to the swollen corpses Ritual awaiting with the feeling of nothingness Dislodges the anonymous death monstrosity Ritual awaiting that passes in silence Over the innocence contorted by the Cyclone B
Morbid anxiety satiates with the infinity of hours Driving gears in the survival machine Morbid anxiety of the cursed docility victims With lips filled by ungodly prayers Morbid anxiety evoked by absurdity sights Is a testimony to the abyss of moral coma Morbid anxiety that sculpts in the subconscious Preposterousness of the dead chimneys monument