O Sancta Simplicitas

In my final act of putrid glory I abandon the chains of good and evil
For I have journeyed deep into the human psyche
And withstood misery untold to man
Will I return to an empty world? Have I become God?
If god is the face of vengeance and suffering… then yes

In the art of pain and torture
I’ve claimed a throne
The sickening life I’ve swallowed
The dormant life I called, my own
I choked, I choked, I swallowed

A heroin-laced meal ticket, steering me
To drag hopе off their perch and smother it in failurе

Exterminate
My crippled children

O sancta simplicitas
O hail holy death

My crippled children, sun and moon
Will realign under blood red skies

In the valley of death and hopeless mourning
Their feeble cries now obsolete

A distant illusion of shadow scourge
A birch, buried, in oblivion