Fallen grains
Will breed the race
When they fallow
Bodies rise again Why call my name? I, Atma
Magnet of pain
Causal nature of the
Poor mans game Fine, Ill play your game! Calls you last
Neither friend nor foe
Consolation of
Your d**hblow Writhing, in defiance
Bribing, the alliance
Probing, seeking deeper
Lying, in this carnal tide Empty woes
Will feed your life
As you wait
For your paradise Why call my name? Die or dont
She wont let go
The fervent dealer
Of your carnal throes Fine, Ill play your game! Thy saviour
My Lord is, they say
Let God almighty
Then end this game Riding, on your conscience
Abiding, by emotions
Floating, feeling weaker
Dying, in this carnal tide Writhing, in defiance
Bribing, the alliance
Floating, feeling weaker
Dying, in this carnal