13. Beethoven's Children

When you raise your head, can you smell the roses burning?
In the garden we suffer
When you close your eyes, can you hear the angels shrieking?
In the garden we suffer
When you lie asleep, can you feel the scalpels spiraling?
In the garden we suffer, but remember that we were never forced there
Together, hand in hand, head by head, the procession of fools
Icon of fatalism
Rite of the damned
One more rhythm from the owl's heart before we all die
When you follow the center path, you will live black utopia

14. It's A Bloody Day When You Get Your Hand Nailed To A Kross

We were not born into sin
We were born into the ignoble and desperate grasp of thoughtless
traditionalism
shaped into the guise of human nature
Human nature is a self-fulfilling slaughterhouse
and we must resist the simplicity of existing as a simple human
A shred of salvation is the mission of the pigs
The trusting pigs and the man-made ghost
Linked by susceptibility and ignorance
Morality is synthetic
Human nature is pathetic
Embrace the mythos
Embrace the lie
Morality is synthetic
Human nature is pathetic
You want your cross and you will receive it
A cross for every pig Squeal on the cross as I drive a single spike through
your skull
Hammering as the pigs of Faith squeal
The prayers of tradition silenced by the howls of crucified holy
Destroy the mythos
Destroy the lie
Destroy the pigs
Hammer out life
Hammering - bleeding the pigs
Hammering - bleeding the pigs

15. Wormpaste

Snap our heads back like a baby bird
It is time to be fed with sand again
We will plunge our bodies upon the dirt
And let the Earth eat through our pores
The gift of life exists in our ability to create our own demise
Snapped the heads off
Filled with sand

16. Ch / Or

With the absence of order existence is impossible
With the absence of chaos evolution is only a hallucination
Submit to the whims of your subconscious

1. A Family Tree To Hang From

Don't bite the hand that feeds you
Rather saw it off at the shoulder and bury the blade
Incinerate the torsos and start a fresh page into the journal of life
Your secrets hold little value when nobody is left to hear them

2. We Wear The Gimp Mask

At the peak of evolution's tower we perch
and glare downward toward the understrappers below
Unable to see all the way to the bottom
Unable to care even if we could
Poverty and disease flourish around the foundation of our creation
And how great are we?
Great enough to lift our noses to the skies
as existence crumbles around us from the ground up
How great are we?

3. Salt Rock Eyes

Salt rock eyes as hard as a swollen diamond
yet as dull as the bottom of my shoe
Fixated on the steel in your hands and the latex across your body
Gagged by rubber through silenced from rapture
This is the cross

4. Bring Her A Mushroom Cloud Pt. 01

Bring her a mushroom cloud to garnish the skylines today
Bring her opulent orange and cringing, beautiful white bellows
Give her the gift of eradication, the gift of cleansing
No screams or sounds,
only the resonation of relief colliding with horror
Trepidation blanketed with the reverberation of godlike slaughter
Tumor mankind
Dug from the roots and burned from the marrow outward
Falling forward into complete regeneration

5. No Tolerance For Silence

Silence is as golden as piss

6. Destiny Of The Slug

Manipulate the slime
and assume supreme control of the mind
The smallest particles of existence
can become the fallen curtains for us all
The show is over for the slug
The next realm has just begun
Sovereign parasites
Flawless domination
Zombie phenomenon has just begun
Fluorescent and pulsing
This is the destiny of the slug