Born of violence
Raped in the sunset
Left to dissect with a mother's praise
Everything seems so familiar
Exercise my voice as it burns
The smell for singed hair and babies burning skin
While yet I live may it all be consumed
Given desires
Behold my locustae
A touch of poison
Cold in soft hands
Little brother you shake with the toxin
No breath
No words
Mother too is on her d**hbed
Her p**y's wet with lion's blood
Shining in all her absence
She seems so alive
Make me immortal
Wrapped in animal skin
Wet with lions' blood
Invert the cross
I will violate you
I am the Antichrist
What an artist will die in me