["Expelled, but never again in this body I will hold", was his words as he breathed on my lump of a soul. From the plains of anger he has come, still hosting the virus from the thick sludge. The black dust, robber of the soul, killer of the spirit.]
No lust No will I vomit the soul Regurgitate the spirits here Empty shells, the hammer click So, I reload and try again... again In the mud, and down the drain I spew the crippled out I inhale and I reject I reload and I try again I can not cope, I do not see... the voices never stop I don't feel, I've got no lust, I'll carve you out of me There is a silhouette on the horizon Circles and points of view There is something wrong and vile inside Satan, guide this bullet right!
Houses of humans flicker by Satations on the fucking line Fast-forward and flat Chuckle, cackle and crack Eyes are bulging in the head Feelings unreal and spirits dead No meaning to it all Hear them calling... Depraved, Deranged, Depraved I breathe the black dust deep inside I must transform again Another angle to this life It just consumes me Border walking every hour I've seen it coming No lust, no will, no life Isolation is complete