Conscious Rot - Insane Heritage

Perseption of reality
Compels my mind to shake in grief
My immortality
Is gushing out form me, why me...

I hear familiar voice
Telling filthy words

I know this voice, (that is) inside of me
No sence in it to make me free
My poor existence is deceived
- I meet my destiny
It humiliates
Like hunger of a pervernt

Everything's lost or everything's found?..
This insane power...

I'm not afraid of you
Your disgust will help me stay
Our structures are alike
Oh, whore, help me survive

The hatred is owning land
Where satisfaction is guaranteed
When you make love with corpses
Of your ancestry

God is proud to call you beast