Christian Death

Man To Father Fire

Christian Death


Radioactivity
Translucent geometric forms
Here we go again, doom and gloom

That's fucking typical of you, selfish
Bury the shit under the carpet yuppies, pseudo-intellectuals
You reek of self-righteousness, pointing the fingers
Look in the mirror and when you've finished

Your self-induced multiple orgasms
Will you ever notice that you have a lot in common with Hitler?
Given the circumstances
Every one of you is a dormant or active atrocity

Nascent virions, vermin, parasites
Our only chance is that you metamorphosize into cannibals
And eat yourselves, surely I gest
Our chance

Who are we, mutations of nature's creation?
Destroyers of the splendours of Mother Earth?
Rapists, mass murderers of innocent species?

We are a plague
And nature herself shall cast down her own creations
Into the wrath that shall cleanse the Earth
Father fire