Mission

Send out on a mission, we demand close attention. Daily acts of aggression due to sickening depression. Visions so obscure, infections with no cure. So I’ll have to denunciate, retaliate and recreate. I don’t discriminate, but I’ll intimidate all that incriminate I shall than assassinate.

Purification, conspiracies in secrecy Determination, reconstruct what’s now fucked up A world of sin, breathe in the pain. Suffer from greed and feel the shame.

From your cradle to my grave where I hide my demonic cave. I’m the breeder of a plan to make my powers grow as I consume your soul real slow.

I am blind, cant’ find my way through fright. From inside I have died from my pains I have denied. Shameful as it is the urge I can’t resist to slay my way through life while the only thing to hold on to is regret.

As I try to get by I can’t deny the reason why all shall die. Can’t see why? Am I cursed? All shall die! Morbid is my way of spreading hate. As a prey I’ll hunt you down, you can’t escape. My powers are explicit an my will is gold. At the cross I’ll nail you down for my soul is cold.

Suffer anxiety from a society which doesn’t fit me ’cause I ain’t crazy. Suffocating anarchy in all of its complexity reflected by insanity of our complete humanity