Repined Bastard Nation

Do we need another bastard nation...

another force-fed disgust

Do we need another bastard nation...

aiming at us clinically

Like an insect-swarm

towards the shapeless mouth

of a dead whore

We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light

arising from melted mass

We need the spirit, the voice, the angel of light

taking invincible shape

to standing ovation

Repossessing night and her hand's godly touch

The unbearable feeling of hitting that

dark wall is a scene that must come to an end

Eartly decay in front of our eyes

Now, now it's killing for a living

No more repined bastard nation

A generous gesture to a people so blind

No more repined bastard nation

fumbling, descending, away from the light

It takes a non-poisoned creature

to withstand a monster that has grown and spawned,

a darkness, I can not tolerate

A darkness we must bury

Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...

the search to justify one truth

Do they feel, do they absorb our pain...

the greater understanding

It takes a non-poisoned creature

to defeat and destroy a monster,

that has grown and spawned

a darkness, a darkness we can not tolerate