• Betrayed
    It stinks, revolting, dead and decayed
    The core is rotting
    There's corporates plotting
    Conspiring among these sweet serenades
    As we adorn with flowers our graves

    Sin
    Sweet sickness, infected under the skin
    Blood buckets spilling
    From commanded killing
    Veil this malice with a self-assured grin
    Encourage your deadly desires to win

    Lies
    A devilish, taloned drug in disguise
    Oh, how ironic
    Chained up or chronic?
    Close them again, your green and red eyes
    Leave yourself nameless and unrecognised

    Doom
    Willingly blinded by this sweet perfume
    Signed, sealed and fated
    Uncontemplated
    Where's your God now, as you had presumed?
    Left back at the start, now building your tomb.