I am many and we are one,

Distinguished by a shade in the eye.

Hateful Deafening Voices,

Stabbing each other with spiritul knifes.



In the dead night, corrosed in the substance,

Mentality breaking within,

Last line of defence to the madness,

Submerging in impassivity



They are many , I am one,

Distinguished by a shade in the eye.

Their hateful, deafening voices

Moving my limbs to the commit of crime



I am one with the knife - Madness hs prevailed

Delivering salvation - a hate that ends all pain.



Hack and Slash , Cut and Saw

Rip my flesh from the bone.

Laugh and screetch , feed from it

Crap and eat , Bloody Shit.



In the dead night , conversing without me

Still locked in the prison of mind,

They are carving their thoughts and desires

Sharing the corpse and the glare of its eye.



Conversing Within....