Global Flatline - Aborted

In this walking nightmare

This life, an Abominable Revelation

No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill

Mouldy muliebral textures I relentlessly crave

This final absolution I grand the human race

Revel in a purulent bliss, a goregasmic pit

Pathetic meaningless lives, zealots in a rotting cesspool

This is the end of all flesh

Cataclismic discharge of emotional decay

A waste of breath and time, with the saw I extirpate

A pathological nightmare or a deity’s wrath,

For man is disease and must be put down at last

The world a canvas for me to corrupt —

Rid this stinking earth of all that rots

For all those I desecrate, for the corpuscles inanimate

Merely a detrimental mass grave

Global termination — for which man was born

Genocidal Salvation — aftermath forlorn

Global Termination — for which man was born

Genocidal Salvation — we are the end of the world

In this walking nightmare

This death, a prolonged rapture

No flesh shall quench my impulses to kill

The end of all life I relentlessly crave

This final absolution I grant the human race