Future chopped to rot
Rotting stand feed to terror
Butch cover empty soul
Time foreknow
 
Blood come to the heart
Louder got flesh
Torn to pieces are plagued you
Its pleasure of hunt seeking through fault
 
Dead, your ruin life beyond seeking wrath
Dead it's plead my cover noose
Whatever I choom own soul
Rid beaten on the sick
You're take my only life
 
Killed pack, open up your mind
This future of consciousness in re-owns hell
Light beyond pale, your world your wrong desire
 
Abused and died strike by rushers
Had back choose taking your bait, sailing the boat, pare that strike