There is one rite in each man
An independent temple of mercy
Entheogens burn in the temple's fire
We are the masters of the temple's destruction
When the horrors and pains of life
Outweigh the horrors of death
Naked and screaming
We accept the corrosive of life
(From: http://www.elyrics.net)
Like salt on a severed limb
The great tragedy is ourselves
From mechanical perspectives
Our nature is a cancerous struggle
The worm does not choose the hook
But consider your affinity to it