no growth, its minus 666

I bite my bloody nails

that once impaled

into my wrists

into my neck

in me

in

into my desturbed abomination

into my conccurved alligation

blamed

for you blaming me

I never asked for us to hate

we are supposed to be love's children

we burn out our oxygen

we cut out our lungs

polluting our minds

and removing all the hours from time

erasing minutes with toxins of slime

and building trees of rage and brick

I can no longer breathe, I'm sick

you show me hate

while society makes me suffercate

squeezing drugs and chemicals into

you

in you

all the way inside

until death and life collide

killing until everything and everyone's

Died

no growth

its minus 666

no growth

its minus 666

no sun

no growth

I died after I was a ghost

nailed to the post

I was never holy

just a way of light

but with your machines and smog

you shut it off

you blocked it out

no sun here

no growth

its minus 666

and we are dead

then from somewhere I was told

when the sea is burning and the fire is Cold

that the earth may one day shine again with glory

but first we have to eun down technology

and do away with cars

on the 17th star

on the 17th day

after then

god will walk ammoung us

praise us for our strength

in saving the world

for some reason

we commit self made treason

we are suicide addicts

killing the world

killing ourselves and ourselves again

we are mass murdering insane

we are cancer

we are death

we have no answer why god left

maybe he was fed up of our stupidity

so now I stand in gravity's revearse

blaming myself for me blaming you

of letting ourselves out of the zoo

no growth

its minus 666

no growth

its minus 666

no sun

no growth