Walking in grass filled with leprosy, we must resist the liquid anniversary.
This isn't 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 aren't scared yet, my plague is ever growing,
We can't destroy tomorrow, unless we DEFILE today.