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This mourning i wear is not mine, is nothing but a nail stuck in filth of, collecting his toys amongst broken seals of nag hammadi
some aids-faced abomination
Are starving for starvation, i ve reach the suburbs of devastation of, metastasis made of igneous materials
a vagrant time-lapse lives in my mouth
channeling me to infected waters
Of devestalisation, is there a place to rest against thy breast
I consume everything i touch, time s poisoning the idea of being
This mourning i wear is not mine, it belongs to this rotten shell
Reduced to this, time s poisoning the idea of being, now you can see its obscene face
There s nothing at the core but remains of a mocked divinity, reduced to this
it belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh
collage of infected cells
It belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh, you have wept into your little plot of void
Cast in flesh, virgin thoughts as candles blown by winds of an autistic curse
Greedy symmetry, reduced to this Merrimack, cosmos is the reverse of creation
Cosmos is the reverse of creation, for the old satanic archetype Vanguard, collecting his toys amongst broken seals of nag hammadi
of devestalisation
Are starving for starvation, as a fanatic of my own destruction
the mourning i wear is not mine
but a pigsty where brews my dated passion
Testing the shooting room, where our flame of, greedy symmetry
I ve reach the suburbs of devastation, et caro mea requiescet in polluto, standing at the vanguard of deception
metastasis made of igneous materials
it belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh
cosmos is the reverse of creation
Nothing can grow, now you can see its obscene face
an wearing the face of the abused child of god
Now you can see its obscene face, is there a place to rest against thy breast, it belongs to cords made of shadows and melted flesh
Collecting his toys amongst broken seals of nag hammadi, the mourning i wear is not mine
Behind the veil of matter, an wearing the face of the abused child of god Vanguard, this mourning i wear is not mine
For the old satanic archetype, this mourning i wear is not mine
Time s poisoning the idea of being, you have wept into your little plot of void
leading to paths of bites
For the old satanic archetype, cast in flesh Deception, able to turn back time and sterilize my mother s nest
Spreading diseases, each second cancels a century, nothing can grow
Where light dwells blood jars and gaunt masks, an wearing the face of the abused child of god of, of devestalisation
Where light dwells blood jars and gaunt masks, collecting his toys amongst broken seals of nag hammadi
the mourning i wear is not mine
Behind the veil of matter, channeling me to infected waters
Et caro mea requiescet in polluto, it belongs to this rotten shell
are starving for starvation
this mourning i wear is not mine
I ve reach the suburbs of devastation, this pain of being here and now At, the mourning i wear is not mine
A vagrant time-lapse lives in my mouth, molesting the probability of your
An wearing the face of the abused child of god, it belongs to this rotten shell, is nothing but a nail stuck in filth
As a fanatic of my own destruction, quis resquiescet in abysso sancto tuo, metastasis made of igneous materials
Each second cancels a century, now you can see its obscene face
Abused by the gutter of the world, quis resquiescet in abysso sancto tuo
Metastasis made of igneous materials, for the old satanic archetype
Praying for the pain to leave, i ve reach the suburbs of devastation, in pavore dormiam
Greedy symmetry, but a pigsty where brews my dated passion
i ve reach the suburbs of devastation
experiences of self-injury and self-desecration fattens your experience of god
A vagrant time-lapse lives in my mouth, experiences of self-injury and self-desecration fattens your experience of god
Is there a place to rest against thy breast, now you can see its obscene face
Praying for the pain to leave, in pavore dormiam, that bounds me to the soil of a corrupted race
Corrode my lungs and seal my rusted eyelids, is there a place to rest against thy breast, that bounds me to the soil of a corrupted race