The Trident

Let all matter decay So the filthy horde can starve Serve them all justice. Let them all kiss their death machine. If will is delirium then a shield is oblivion Stars of the dead future. Super nova addiction. Truth is cancer that I need. Conspiracy i

I won't suffocate in a hollow voice That is just a pretty face with A hole to avoid Laugh at her guts in revenge Just to calm my nerves I don't do "assimilations" I won't speak to your kind (keep in mind) Let the sacrifice fester Cast aside the

Fast forward those eyes To see decreptitude And make sure you don't need A clock to tell the time Witness the corpse Prepare for something real Rewind your mind To the last time you died Who were you? Did you have the will? I call every last one of y