Abstain the inner crease Of my derision, my release In the cold the water swims Within the enemy it bleeds Restriction, I can feel The scrape of palms and burning knees To suck and swallow whole On the cuts of life to feed I remain the toy It pulses in It pulses out The dildo of a Christ Commit the sin the world would doubt And lie upon the bed of nails And fuck me on the cross Abomination drips from pores I dissipate the thought I could be your prophecy As cock is to the man The power, pride and dignity Like you hold it in your hands And forget Forgive We all will die We can not live In the state of our infuriation A sole devised A sour nation Listen Hear my child With encumbrance to your mind Id consume your days with disbelief Though you may worship as you please Yet life will pass you by Raise the arms into the sky It is finished... It is done And you degenerate alone
pulse, infuriation, encumbrance, dildo, derision