New Millennium Cyanide Christ (Montreal)
I'm a carnal, organic anagram.
Human flesh instead of written letters.
I rearrange my pathetic tissue.
I incise. I replace. I'm reformed.
I eradicate the fake pre-present me.
Elevate me to a higher human form.
The characters i am, made into a
Word complete, then i'll be the new norm.
Self inflicted fractures;
I replace my bones with bars.
Aluminum bleeding oxide;
The drug of gods into my pounding veins.
My receiving eyes exchanged with fuses;
Blindness induced to prevent destruction.
Ceramic blades implanted past my ribs
To save me from the dues of inhalation.
I tear my worldly useless skin.
Staples to pin it over my ears.
Non-receptive of ungodly sounds -
I disable the audio-generators of fear.
Hexagonal bolts to fill my mouth,
Sharpened to deplete the creator of all violence;
Without speech there will be no deceit
Baptized in vitriolic acid,
A final touch, a smoothing of features.
Completion of the greatest art;
To cast the godly creatures.
Humans, once astray; made divine,
Stripped of congenital flaws.
We're incandescent revelations
In a world of darkened forms.
Disciples! Come join with me to
Save a failed humanity.
Follow the god of cyanide into
The new eternity.
Behold! A sacrificial race a
Cleansing worshipping of pain.
The new millenium christ
Here to redeem all from lies.
compositores: FREDRIK THORDENDAL, MAARTEN HAGSTROEM, MARTEN HAGSTROEM, M�RTEN HAGSTR�M, TOMAS HAAKE
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