Genre: Technical Death Metal

I have found my face gnawing away at my own existence again
It's feeding and medication on the ballooning hunger for a formulated religion
For my [bad word] in a tiny capsulated form
Restore prayers with inebriation - my dependency
substance helping me string
And I must carefully weave my life in a [bad word]  spiraling transcendency
These divine elements shine a light so radiant when synthesized
celestial antidote to cure all
heavenly impurity to alter what we know as God