Locked in a spiral of self-destruction
An atavistic human thought structure
Holier-than-thou snobbery
Serves the appetite of a tapeworm
All great truths begin as blasphemies
An attempt to find a way out where there is no door
In the depths of blackened transcendence
You hear the sound of the churning dark waters
The bitter absence of the voice of life
Where the coldness of the heart prevails
In free fall and eternal dissonance
Covered by the black sands of madness