My will be done
To detain gods tongue
To reveal the true cryptic path of the deviate
Both our birth and death attest equivalency

A servant born in the midst of the filth of corrupt society
Tributary bound to the wolves who had his tribe massacred

Reproduction, monotonous

To detain gods tongue
To reveal the true cryptic path of the deviate
As circling vultures pounce on the corpse
Of the prey for the septic nourishment

Purging the enemy
I am the enemy

Dissociation from the ordinary
I relocate myself into bizarre oblivion
White noise is deafening me and I cannot (stop)
The voice inside my head it is distracting my sight

And as we bleed out, we reveal the lights

To detain gods tongue
To reveal the true cryptic path of the deviate
Both our birth and death attest equivalency

Devolution, forever free