Decay
Soul tilted by sea snails
Crime above moments of sanity
I am dirt and mud
Silk and lace

I'm hungry for decay

My burden is a bliss

Decay

Little ant built a house
It looked like cotton pause
Playin music riot and art
Little bitter wasn't ant

Little ant had a beard
Slid trough artificial triad
Hooked birds bugs and bees
Little ant wasn't trees

Little ant was a dude
Hung bettles juices and cloud
Sang to the earth
Prayed to the smurf

Little ant built a house
It looked like cotton pause
Playin music riot and art
Little bitter wasn't ant

My soul is detached
I'm a decadent
Swaying towards pain
I celebrate ruins of love imprisonment

Alas, birds call of signs
And transcendent vision
Touching my skin
Through hell and heaven collision

Read pious lines
Of God and devotion
Scroll division
Of placid and emotion

Nothing has rebirthed
Command is near
I'm free of painful

My soul is detached
I'm a decadent
Swaying towards pain
I celebrate ruins of love imprisonment

Alas, birds call of signs
And transcendent vision
Touching my skin
Through hell and heaven collision

Read pious lines
Of God and devotion
Scroll division
Of placid and emotion

Nothing has rebirthed
Command is near
I'm free of painful
Transcendent is here

Misconception of an alphabet squared
Brings aim in monotony of reflection
Sadness and truth collided yesterday
Today the letters are in favour

Together smiles of gambled possession
Of life
Of soul

Wouldn't it be truthful than
If we only call it corruption of
Self sacrifice
When?

Braided will into knots of men's volition
Have slipped down during the invasion of morbid
As a trunk of walnut tree or wild rose stud
It stings
It not aims
It provides backwards
And clashes with pain

Once we climb the tree we are rich
Leafs and kernels all around
Rose is something else though

It stings
It provides backwards
And it clashes with pain

Alas, fetch the nuts is climb on the rose stick
Looking forward
Seeing wounds
Braided will into knots of men's volition
 Do we call it death?

Stones and hills
Vaccumig soul
Of wicked and fortified
To hug The blis

Sheet of paper
Reborn strength
Wet like a storm rbvyck. Je nam
Of body anther

Self realisation reached
Mutilation screamed
Finally skin is free
Bird Said: i preached