Messenger of God - Manic Depression

Lurk — keep dark

Hidden self-made superior

Playing dearest violence

Cold and methodical, random and passionate

Haunted loved and silenced

Face the mirror

The face of pleasure, the face of self-hate

Once unnoticed, the shadow of shadow

Staring death in its eyes

Macabre crime scenes, in blood i write my message to your god

Investigate explore and hide my message to your god

Restrain me, label me «non compos mentis»

You have no guts to face the face of reasons

Have the muscle of control

Have no brains to control, forceless idle hold

Life we live is always pregnant

With someone like me to continue that mission

left them alone and eternally dead

Released of this false existence fiction

Explore my blood my sperm my brain

Pathetic cowards, they think they can overthrow me

Call insane everyone who is not fit

In borders of your damned society

Condemned to death, nothing to regret

Spit on your world, see the smile on my face

They will not let me out but if they do

I will continue to kill and kill again

You can cage but you can’t stop the unnamed messengers of god

realise true messages of god

Investigate explore and hide true message of your god

realise true messages of god