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
