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What’s an open mind that’s made for suffering?

Coffins reek inside; there’s something troubling about the will to die

The will to terrorize; the pounding in my chest is set to paralyze

Achromatic eyes, the morbidity

Feel the fire rise, a new chemistry

The King Of Painted Bones, skin bubbling

My children get to work, my Wake!

The Dark World is everything, the only truth that life permits

Take this time, prepare the offering, prepare the metamorphosis

The Dark World is everything, the only truth

What’s an open mind, that’s made for suffering?

Coffins reek inside; there’s something troubling about the will to die

The will to terrorize; the pounding in my chest is set to paralyze

Achromatic eyes, the morbidity

Feel the fire rise, a new chemistry

The King Of Painted Bones, skin bubbling

My children get to work, ahhh!

The Dark World is everything, the only truth that life permits

Take this time, prepare an offering, prepare the metamorphosis

The Dark World is everything, the only truth, the fucking Metamorph!

I hear you, your moaning fear

I will show you!

And, I can smell you, your rotting liquid

I can make you!

It isn’t pretty but it is power

Syphon plasma as it’s spurting in a tower

Lap at the air, can you taste it?

The elegant perfume of death will not be wasted

My new tomb, I feel it closer

I’m tortured by my shapeshifting dark enforcer

Cold meat encased in fresh skin

Coiled genitals, a necro-cosmic virgin

Standing in the trance of the Moon

Uncovered, standing in the trance of the Moon

You can all just shit in your silver decay

I found it, standing in the trance of the Moon

We tell you, there is no help

And now you wish for a different self