I pour my soul into your empty cup
Lower my guts for you to climb on up
I am the seed of your apocalypse
You bring me the light of Nahemoten
I lick up the seed of your wilting plant
Keeping myself eager for the incumbent
I am the sick deep inside of you
Nothings left of the me you thought you knew
I tear my way out of your throat you lift me up with your sores
I give you your way with my ego you open up like a whore
I bury my heart in your complacence
Take in your disease with my innocence
My flesh slides into your clockwork lust
As my blackened heart begins to rust
I tear my way out of your throat you lift me up with your sores
I give you your way with my ego you open up like a whore