The host and it's colony of worms
are progressing suppurating terror
exprending hate, death and sadness...
pose on ego altars fragile and sad memories
and slashing reality that remains in the deepest...
organisms and rotting sects steaming
the middle truths exuding viscous juices in every wet hole
Do you know whom the hidden hand which controls our life?
Are we figures and informatics numbers?
Rotting and stinky humanity miserable and servile
with their streaming skulls full of shit!
conform and functional for a fake life a precast
reality what about you, are you dead or alive?
and conditioned the fetid fears
that use direct orders repetitive