A soul broken, an empty shell
Rusty knife cuts your infantile dreams
From the bowels of the world depraved
Slow abortion that never ends
Disgusting rituals of spawning hope
Expected answer in musty words
His dead tongue is like an umbilical cord
Through which they sip sick visions
Suppressed are crippled thoughts
Torn into shreds weak belief
Emanating in twisted images
Fearing to be divided
No cure for this disease
Devouring from the inside
Shining jewel, a thing of pride
Turns into ashes trampled down
A soul borken, an empty grave
And only blackness here so cold around
Torn into shreds weak belief
There's no place for eternal rest
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A soul broken, an empty shell
Rusty knife cuts your infantile dreams
From the bowels of the world depraved
Slow abortion that never ends
Disgusting rituals of spawning hope
Expected answer in musty words
His dead tongue is like an umbilical cord
Through which they sip sick visions
Suppressed are crippled thoughts
Torn into shreds weak belief
Emanating in twisted images
Fearing to be divided
No cure for this disease
Devouring from the inside
Shining jewel, a thing of pride
Turns into ashes trampled down
A soul borken, an empty grave
And only blackness here so cold around
Torn into shreds weak belief
There's no place for eternal rest
Rusty knife cuts your infantile dreams
From the bowels of the world depraved
Slow abortion that never ends
Disgusting rituals of spawning hope
Expected answer in musty words
His dead tongue is like an umbilical cord
Through which they sip sick visions
Suppressed are crippled thoughts
Torn into shreds weak belief
Emanating in twisted images
Fearing to be divided
No cure for this disease
Devouring from the inside
Shining jewel, a thing of pride
Turns into ashes trampled down
A soul borken, an empty grave
And only blackness here so cold around
Torn into shreds weak belief
There's no place for eternal rest