Ice, cold, aloof, stiff, my gelid being rises evil in me, as I abandon my physical form, from an astral spot
My corpse is left behind, for worms to show it the meaning of life, light swallows me, and I know there's no return
My new ethereal conscience realises what it's become, and I enter the now identified flying object to meet their forms
Psychic pressure begins to erase any trace of goodness in me, tumbling through globular clusters and blackholes, mentally drilled to ruin
For genocide I am sent
Let there be pain
Inverting the ways of creation, I have been called to destroy
Stealing their souls for the ones deep underground
My actions are felt and reflect in an interdimensional way, particules of raw hatred filtering through time and space
A nebula of pure evil, h*mo sapien's bringer of d**h, the H was marked in my forehead, now I'm the H itself
Considered a traitor to my kind, the chosen one to extermiante, the H was marked in my forehead, now I'm the H itself and I know why, because I got high, because I got high, because I got high