Dysphoria - Forlorn lyrics

Redeeming speaker, patron of heresy and discord. Everything coming from the mouth, every sound, every exclamation, every word is a product of verbal decomposition. Reek of speaker’s efforts result spreads more and more in order to obstruct information field, as you were thrown down into your own pettiness and chose imaginary as frustration instrument. Soon you are going to swallow relative forms ingested and regurgitated throughout the centuries. Fallen, what is the purpose of forgiveness you’re striving to? Eternal tortures are waiting carefully for every rotten step and action made by filthy men. Would that life be worthy of disappointment of those who had given it to unholy creatures supporting side effect of the most simple evolution way. As a result you shall face more and more overwhelming solitude, so what shall you undertake when your mouth is fed by worms? This filthy tongue was telling lies, now being cut off as a sign of redemption for executed verbal parasitism. Mankind’s body is an altar of acts on causing pain, as well as taking it in full volume until you’re abandoned and worn lying on the bottom. This is a final stage before eternal agony. Would you prefer to be forlorn against collapse of your existence?