Septic Flesh So Clean, So Empty
You come to me as the flies to the spider blinded from my intellectual darkening Try to move in the holographic image of choice and I'll project you one of my corridors The cobweb is so carefully woven That even the veil dressed fates bow with admiration. It has so many ways, countless like my names How I adore to mask the truth so that only the worthy of my generosity could find it. I can wait enthrowned in the center of this necropolis, with patience built upon the solid stones of millenniums Keep feeding on the notorious lotus swallowing my sweet promises to sustain your lie made world Every bite erases the instinct so you'll become so clean, so empty keep on feeding me
