Whorecore - 36 Seconds lyrics

36 Seconds, the niche between mortality and rage I am a varmint out of its cage Prediction of my coming, perdition of values and moral sense Pieces of sh**, merely casualties of my mortality rate A clausible delusion, brought from the day - I was conceived An inabriating thrist for carnage, - the status quo of my being Sensible distortion of reality accompanied by the thrill of rebirth 36 seconds - an avant gout aberrant rebirth - Your human filth 36 seconds - cheap thrills scorned aberrant rebirth - Clarity towards human filth A clausible delusion, brought from the day - I was conceived An inabriating thrist for rampant carnage, - the status quo of my being Sensible distortion of reality accompanied by the thrill of rebirth 36 Seconds flatline, the opening unveil the shroud that clouds society 36 seconds - an avant gout aberrant rebirth - Your human filth 36 seconds - cheap thrills scorned aberrant rebirth - Clarity towards human filth Drifting beneath the urge - deterrent urge Deprecating to live Pulling the trigger - another sh**head is torn I abolish to live Come see through my eyes Come see through my eyes - thy retina be torn Come see through my eyes Come cleansing through lies - thy lifecord be scorn