Peasant, your lips are filled with the poison
Do you speak in tongues that haunt the mind?
Grasping the air to breathe
Once again in the midst of wolves
Innocent blood stains dry
Chapter three
No time for restitution
Ashamed and fully naked
Specks of dust on a journey
Comprehending the absurd
The agony of the gardens ingesting
Chapter two
Repeat the process to defile the body?
This life of mind but a vapor
Dry, blood, rain they shatter to pieces
In three combine the tragedies
Blown by winds deceived by laws
To feed and deprive
Open the sores that rape the eyes
Persisting world of fleas
Do you have eyes?
The beautiful things
Cut your flesh from your mind
Turn away sacrifice the unclean
Spoiled verbal trophies that will desert in full
Cling to the ropes
Streams of resolution
Devils in disguise, reprise, burned, swollen
No longer issued worthwhile
Your hope a dying gasp
Eyes set on the things that will curdle
Devoured to pieces
