Whorecore 36 Seconds Flatline Lyrics

36 Seconds, the niche between mortality and rage
I am a varmint out of its cage

Prediction of my coming, perdition of values and moral
sense
Pieces of shit, merely casualties of my mortality rate

A clausible delusion, brought from the day - I was
conceived
An inabriating thrist for carnage, - the status quo of
my being
Sensible distortion of reality accompanied by the
thrill of rebirth

36 seconds - an avant gout
aberrant rebirth - Your human filth
36 seconds - cheap thrills scorned
aberrant rebirth - Clarity towards human filth

A clausible delusion, brought from the day - I was
conceived
An inabriating thrist for rampant carnage, - the status quo of my being
Sensible distortion of reality accompanied by the
thrill of rebirth

36 Seconds flatline, the opening
unveil the shroud that clouds society

36 seconds - an avant gout
aberrant rebirth - Your human filth
36 seconds - cheap thrills scorned
aberrant rebirth - Clarity towards human filth

Drifting beneath the urge - deterrent urge
Deprecating to live
Pulling the trigger - another shithead is torn
I abolish to live

Come see through my eyes
Come see through my eyes - thy retina be torn
Come see through my eyes
Come cleansing through lies - thy lifecord be scorn