[Music:Fredrik Thordendal, Jens Kidman; Lyric:Tomas Haake]



I'M THE CONCRETE LEPER SICKNESS REPULSION EMBODIED BUT HEAR THE

SERMON ESCAPING MY VERMIN MOUTH YOU MIGHT EVEN STAY WITH ME

IN THE DIRT I'M SOAKED IN PUTRID SEWAGE RISEN FROM EMPTY WORDS

TO YOU A LEGION OF NAUSEA I'M YOUR SINS I'M YOUR CROWN OF THORNS

I'VE SEEN THE BLOOD OF GENERATIONS THE RAVENOUS MOUTH CALLED

SYSTEM WE'RE ALL SHAPED BY VULGAR HANDS THE GRIP OF HATE AND

LIES THE SUSTENANCE TO OUR BELLICOSE WAYS AN IGNORANCE ALMOST

JUSTIFIED AS THE GAP OF HUMANITY FRACTION GROWS THE SKULL OF

LIFE LOBOTOMIZED HEAR ME I'M IGNOMINY THERE'S NO RENAISSANCE IN

BLEEDING NO I'VE FLOWN A MILLION MINDS BLACK IN DESPAIR THE

LIQUIDS OF UNCERTAINTY SPIT INTO THEIR EYES OUR FLESH EMBEDDED IN

COUNTERS OF INIQUITY IT SEEMS LIKE WE ARE ALL JUST MERCHANDISE

NOT CIVILIZED NO WORDS WE ADAPT IN OUR SILENCE PARALYZED TO

CHANGES ERASING THE LAST DENIAL LINES ATTITUDES CRUCIFIED STILL

WE'RE GOING ON CRAWLING TOWARD SUBMISSIVE SUICIDE