Mute - Amoral

So they are out of control

And they are out for some more

Spasm cult, tongue of feet cold, and their void’s fulfilled through assertions,

to explain the worthlessness in which they so noble dwell

And now… my spit turned to rape seen

They’ll strap me down

Exposing me to the shattered face of humanity.

Through no efforts I’m now part

of this profanity