What did you think

You god, you bastard

When you opened this scars on me?

Why did you make

My skull with 5 black holes

To suck what you create and live in the pain dimension?

Live in the pain dimension with eyes to see,

Ears to hear, mouth to lick and brain to think



Why? you god, you bungler

Why you sewed this worm skin on me?

Why is it good

A shreded skin to live in,

To scrape all the scars 'till they blood, what your serpent son worn?

What you serpent son worn with eyes to see

Nose to smell, brain to think.



Pain in me deep within

Like a thorn under the skin

Cold demise burns inside....

7th scar...



Why you opened this seventh scar?



Thorn under skin that forever hurts!



What did you think

You god, deceiver

When you cut a seventh scar in me?

What did you feel

When you laid your lance rest

And the crown of you son start to throb...under my ribs?



Under my ribs inside my skin

A heart of thorns... forever