Death Synthesis

Say what you want to be
A fragile vessel, the constitution of pain
They’re shining through dark, hold in front of you
So is that you want to see?

Into the fragile pride, consumed to lust
Your eyes are deceit, filled by hypocrisy
I’m gonna touch you, I’m gonna be your desire
Under neon cities, I will be your saviour

This is our perfect curse
Like a beauty and delightful symphony
It will be our rebirth
To a Hellish world, erased by the tyranny

Say what you want to be
Say that, say that
Say what you want to be
Say that, say that

The lord of maggots
Our devotion will be the end
Praise the lord of maggots
The world dies in synthesis