Eighteen Visions
The Nothing
Swallow me as I become a living blaspheme
Force fed by your tyrant
Choke on the lies of the ancients
So are the demon to design my fate
Disguise yourself as an angel of god in his revolution
Spread your disease. vessled body
You're consecrated youself a missionary
Now pray for me to burn in inferno of hell

Force fed by your tyrant
Choke on the lies of the ancients
So are the demon to design my fate
Don't pray for me bitch. don't pray for me elise
The spoken word is that of the one who thinks and how you think that you know me
Swallow me as I become a living blaspheme
Call his name in silent screams. dethroned by a blackened sky
And even heaven has a black day
Show me the way to light and truth as your almighty fucks you into unconsciousness
Five more angels fall from heaven. swallow