The way you treat those whom still care
if you still breath,
or decend to neverwhere
humanity has lost it's value
the perversions of the tasteless flesh, you carve
You have nothing left to speak
it was slaughteded with respect
you still seek
room for resurrection
Paenitet,
distantia inter, etiam nimia
vitia carnris
perdidit sensum
quod est ius et iniuriamius