Assume, move and appear like silver through rituals of sordid gesture
The godflesh of repetition unfolds
Hide, silence and fear
Spasms
Currents of nothing
Feel nothing
Poison everything
The lashes rip through eons of doctrine
Become contamination
The scales, lamp and knife of the revolution called freedom have died
Flies on the wisdom, flies on the soil we call blood, day of the vulture
Day of the vulture
Day of the vulture
Day of the vulture
Rearrange, extract and modify
Exorkizein
Lamenting the flesh, it loathes you
Salutations o' ass of the world
There is no will but the greed that feeds you
There is no will but the greed that feeds you
