Tekst:
Broken Hope

feeding the broken words of hope in vain no comfort can be found in the embrace of insincerity we hold on by a thread of hope but that thread is nothing

There are things that happen To certain people when they're finally dead Many never end up resting in their deserved casket bed Cadavers in the wrong

see heaven or hell, Death has given a cursed touch, A cold casket you externally clutch Claustrophobic Agnostic Dead! Externally, trying to break but there's no hope

Blurring the line between abortion and infanticide D & X. the most impious form of terminating tots Dilation and evacuation, such a problem for the

Rotting fetus - Blackened uterus - Look close and see, This world's impurity, our fault Pollutions here, sky blackened no longer clear, Atmosphere becoming

Contined to a lightless cell, locked in solitaire Denied food and water, a cruel form of punishment Expecting me to die, I am never to be fed In thirty

Serrated penis cuts through the anus, Sandpaper tongue tickles intestines, Cravings for blood, fetish for feces, Canines inserted, gurgling semen Suckling

Cannibalistic cravings I enjoy dining upon the flesh to the living or deceased. I drool at the throught of soft fleshy organs, prepared or raw to become

There are no boundaries to how far I will go, Caught in the clutch of a raging libido, Tongue subjected to cunnilingus, Around the rim, accidental anilingus