Sometimes in my corrupted entrails
I fell something horrible and sickening
Eat away me slow and tortuosly
Like an hyena eating carrion pulverize my pathetic felling sand exploit my ill brain
Sending mywisdom to sh**
It's an instinct, an internal k**er
Calls, scrams, eats away, the skin burns, rotten tumors break out in the body
Deep and painful wounds ridding my soul;
Please please don't help me
Aberrations in my brain, murders in my hands
My instinct delights itself while the resigned spirit crucifies itself
Sex and matter in my body
Blood and flow in my holy crucifix
My insane soul fights, but the laments and blood are my lifestyle
Never I'm gonna to tire of this sweet agony until your diaphanous