Текст песни Anal Exorcism Vaginal Mold Inhalation

what is that illustrious scent
clearing my sinuses, endowing me with curiosity
to find its source I am compelled

exploring furiously in this swamp of cadavers
could it be my own decomposing meat
perhaps the sewage-encrusted fetus
getting closer, my eyes trace the umbilical cord
to the source of all disgust

still gleaming with mucus
the canal now barricaded with obsidian growth
the soil-colored river of discharge yet flows
into the ocean of the bloodless

inhaling deep, taking in each subtlety
the fragrant genitalia call to me
my compass in this convoluted bog of death
guiding me towards enlightenment

over the horizon I see
the dawn of damnation
as I wade through the garden of decomposition
the fumes permeate my consciousness
influencing my every thought

cursed with introspection
this is our existence
arrogance, the true Son of Man
made to suffer on behalf of each sack of disease
a shared ignorance, seven-billion strong
alone I must trudge on, the product of humanity