It's [bad word] from me, the torture now begins
In my wake, you will decay Turmoil is appurtenant to my veins
Everything, coursing throughout me deluded apprehension to begin
Inside Still I doubt my hands
longing for devotion trip you fall, now your mercy to my blade
Laceration piercing fear held inside of me
This morbid act descending torment on my brain
This new infection, embedded deep beneath my skin
Before this darkness ends Darkness descends
And I will take my stage
Take my stage One taste, now deformed, new addiction spreads across
Destroy to, [bad word]  Their, Sins [bad word] their sins
Triumphant through my certitude Inside, [bad word] devotion
trip you fall, now your mercy to my blade Laceration
Darkness descends And I will take my stage
Stage Descended to this earth a sickened mind through torture grows
With every trophy mitigation from his mind
[bad word] from grace [bad word] into a false belief
 [bad word] everything desired through this ever sickened life