The lonely boy goes looking for
love in the city of racists and rapists
He straps into a meditation chamber
Afraid to tell the truth, so he tries to learn some lies
Misunderstands every idea he tries to express
For all are kings are slaves are lovers are gods are false refined
And each must shed a greater layer of essence
Each layer strips him raw into a pile of hungry nothing
Blown forward on the weight of residual lust
Lustful tongues on moonlit nites
Beget sedated
Hungry bites
A yearning heart in aching breast
Drives us towards acts defiling flesh
With nought but false prophets from birth until death
We pillage the essense 'til there's nothing left
A mountain of sugar piled up in the trough
Brings flies to the table with mouths full of froth
Delinquent desires of viral intent
Hide out in our nether realms, where they ferment
Our vital conspirators feed on our tears,
molesting our souls on a pulpit of
fears in a demoralizing void of shit!

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN