Walking in grass filled with leprosy, we must resist the liquid anniversary.
This isnt what i wanted life to be, but you stole the script, and re-wrote the final scene.
You were never there, you never cared, i can smell your fear, and i [bad word] for you.
you bloviate of hate and pain, but your a fake- succumb unto my reign,
of doom and death and Neferius, Pain? now you will feel [bad word] pain.
just as a cloud dissapates and vanishes, those who travel to Sheol, will not return.
I [bad word] to pull myself back up, but you stepped on my fingers and watched me fall.
I hope you arent scared yet, my plague is ever growing,
we cant destroy tomorrow, unless we DEFILE today.