Bred from entrails
Seeded by vermin
Corrodes from inside
Like a piercing nail
‘Mountains are dead stone
Their insolent quietness
Mountains are not softened or troubled
A few dead men’s thoughts have the same temper’

Now the truth becomes clear
My hate holds on my fears
The rebirth of mankind
Beyond your death
Grows fast like a disease
The human error formula
From womb to reborn

‘Death’s a fierce meadowlark
To die, nothing but flesh and bones
To die, weakness shed’
The symmetry of zero
The human matrix
From womb to be reborn