Cosmic Seeds of Anger & Dementia - Mütiilation

Far beyond the cold distant void, the universe curls closing the spiral to

absurd dimensions over the static of god’s existence

Inverting laws of time, space and so death control, pure black anti matiere…

the origin of chaos 0

Perpetually changing shape, million evils faced, from sickness to war,

from war to chaos

downfalling on itself… degenerative particule, pure black anti matiere…

the origin of chaos 0

You say why?

I say what for?

We’re just seeds of dust on a dead stone turning around a cold star in a

depressive universe

You say why?

I say what for?

Master of all plagues

Use my soul to bless your words

Tomorrow is out of reach

Ideologize

Illegalize

Lie to tell me what I want to hear

All is nothing

Transformation

Illumination

Over the vast night of times

Negation of my life

In the black void of satan, the mighty revelator of matiere and time

Questions are not missing but your dogma makes me sick

Repent in the name of who?

Forgiveness in the name of what?

Mysteries of satan

Unblessed by the weak

Tyranny to come

Ingerate

Inseminate

Laws of the new one

Abandon the crucified whore

Terminate the reign of god

Insurect the sign of the goat

Over the ancient world

Nothing is all

I’m now sure I’ll die by my own, piss your faith on my face and be the fontain

of my worst desires

If only you dared to be something, something they hate and i stand for

Drink my soul and make me die

Sorrow destroyed the curtain of sensitive space, destroy the feelings and suck

out my brain

This bottle will be my last fetish

Next stop in a body bag

But it seems so brieve and now I’m locked in a cell

Stones imprison my face

Anguishing petrified thoughts

I never thought it comes this fast to begin to dig another grave

no more time for remorse, I have to face damnation, hell is eternity

Something is definitly dead within me, the small light which was still blazing

before N-night

Blown by a cold wind from the anguishing void, the black feezing breathe of the

devil

I hear the hearse' bells toll

I’ll close your eyes before you’ll understand I don’t want you to think by

yourself

Years betray the time left for me

Unless you die forget the happiness for there’s nothing finally at the end

The other day I bought a gun

I should think about using it…