Intoxicated with death 
Voices calling me again 
Unborn holy embryo 
Dwells in brain once more 

Contradictions mean whispers 
They always complain 

It is saviour’s flesh 
Masturbation over smashed face 
My guilt is so pure 
I’m growing stronger than every stab 

Find myself in cold distant place 
Carnage human slaughter 
Cannibals rage 

Ask no compassion cause I feel Nothing 
Just like to kill unable to understand 
Why you want to breath short fulfillment 
Voices calling me again