CARCINOMA ANGEL
Benediction / Darren Brookes

stark contrast to bleakly view
Monochromic ways
Fecund creeping ulcerate
Cancer feeds on me
Begin my solstice, forth of twelve
 [bad word] 
Footprints in the sands of time
Now slowly blown away
Divine message time [bad word] 
Lesser men are [bad word] 
To die an ordered death I'll not
In god I have no [bad word] 
Pure of mind the body rots
Internal self decay
Carcinoma Angel smiles
vision that which slays
No new worlds to conquer - now I am enslaved
My inner conflict - to break from these chains
Break the chains - Break the chains
Spread your wings and fly.........
In a thousand shapes and guises
Carcinoma Angels all
Through a self-induced remission
Carcinoma Angels fall
In sanatorium hear me shout
Inside my body, I cannot get out