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