Death Reality

Splattered Bones

Death Reality


Come by the altar 

We die as we die to be the other creature 
Walk to incarnate those lives for exhumation 
We both are resurrected 
The guts get round and spiral 
What kills and bleeds, to charge the creature 

Your head is down 
Your brain is dead 
By existential murderer 

We both are resurrected 
My body is blaming whom 
The guts get round and spiral 
What kills and bleeds, to charge the creature 
Slave and master pieces 
Lying on the ground beyond 
A victim of it's own perfection 
None prayer for the halls of god 
Your brain is dead 
Your eyes are red 
Your body opened 
And splattered head 

Die for dying 
Kill for bloodlust 
Take my pieces 

Those slave and master pieces 
My guts and your caress 
embodied all and ripped 
the truth you won't confess 

till I know you are dead or burn in hell 
when I hate, your splattered bones crush well 
when I die you die for me in hell.