Infliction

Pleasure Called Hate
staring trough the eyes of a cosmic existence my body and soul divorce again no need for the fragile human life . . . caressing my wounds while I am chained to the ground echoes of fear nourish my lust for domination whatever it will cost and into the lands of purgatory I awake I have given place to a totally new self forsaken, stand on the fields of a self evilution nihilistic supremacy, liberation from the thoughts naive the hatred clears my mind from scorn I will rise preparing for the hardest fight selfish pride, turning into endless pleasure time mechanization of our lives trough divine consciousness lament of the human kind obsolete perfection a new intelligence arise selfcaged stagnation I'm the eraser of your world denied salvation an organic carnal anagram no attempt at resolution come and hear my twisted lies neurotic pleasure hate . . . From Letras Mania