Today as well that loathsome bastard`s%D
Hateful sound rips through my ears%D
A tumor in my chest like an obstruction%D
Tightens its grip around my throat%D
As tentacles burst out from my skull%D
Ripping through the skin of my chest and tearing my muscles%D
Impaled in the tumor%D
Fresh crimson blood spattered in all directions celebrating this ritual%D
This tumor, like the fair breast of a woman,melts%D
Flowing out together with my internal organs%D
Smiles return to their faces and they begin to piss on my chest%D
At the height of my shrieking, my vocal chords are ripped out and%D
Hammered into my skull%D
Coming down from that peak%D
Grabbig the hand that is probing my skull and preparing to leave that place%D
Willingly offering my flesh