Hymns for the Molested

You will walk to the end and a thousand more, mystically what you’ve been
hoping for
As the eyes turn white and the spirit blooms, fascinated by the acts of death
Your life will crumble into pieces, and your tears will follow through
It’s the end for you, no matter what you try to do
Fascination of life will turn you to dust
Try to see
Life dies young
Never will you
See beyond you
As your feet fall through, your soul will weep
It’s the only thing present for you
In the crypt you see to praise
The name will fade away
Fascination of life will turn you to dust
Try to see
Life dies young
Rot away human
Scum, surround your life
Fascination of life will turn you to dust
Craving, walking, slowly moving
There is nothing ther for you to praise
Hurting, dissolving, slit your wrist
You will never liv through more than a dream
You will walk to the end and thousand more, mystically what you been hoping for
As the eyes turn white and the spirit blooms, fascinated by the acts of death
Rot away human
Scum, surround your life
Slit your wrist!