Devoid of sound, he begs for pain while severed neural passages scream in agony. All is black, all is numb, while mental masturbators hail "the chosen one" I spoke to god, jesus fucking christ. He has abandoned us. All god's children rot in a hole.
Track Name: Rot.
Consumed. Mounds of soiled flesh. bright white bones devoid of skin. wretched smell of death, return from whence you came.
The dirt calls out to your flesh and bones the earth reclaims what belongs to her; turned to dust. Rot.