Mortiis Mental Maelstrom
I want you to descend.
I want you to fall down.
I want to be the end
- Of everything you've ever done.
The cities that I built,
The forests that I grew,
Got stained by your filth,
And now they smell like you.
You Stink!
Just!
Like!
The pigs you are.
The world shut me out.
I see your faces in the sand.
But if I reach out,
You're gonna break my hand.
I want you to be here,
I want you to descend to,
This pathetic mind-made sphere,
The perpetual end.
You Stink!
Just!
Like!
The pigs you are.
How long? How long?
How far are you willing to go?
How much? How dry?
I have seen the devil's eye
- And it is you.
