I look this myalgical world through a grimy reticulate, the truth is now upon the shapes of things to come Spread your dried legs to the will of a murky pleasure and then unleash the decency into your global midden How horrible could it be if you stand and look inside the faces of the Deep? I eat and fuck your shit and strain toxic piss, you should rather be ashamed of what you've eaten Since anamnesis with malignancy, you've cauterized a mark on my skin untill the final catamnesis: just the pathetic occlusion of a clinical conformity I am a psychological abomination, the scum spinning inside vains because you can't stomach all that you fear... all that you think insane