Introduction

We are a dead baby, sucking on a dead tit
Pangs of hunger satiated by your spoilt milk
From a soulless womb We adsorbed Our guilt
In which direction does the pendulum tilt

The worms that We feed are traveling to and fro
But now We're wondering who needs Us more
For their toil they fertilize the soil
The decision to take back causes a recoil

Even in the grave death is forced to wait
The earth Our womb starts to pulsate
With pangs of labor it starts to regurgitate
The spawn, I IS ME appears, enemy to fate

Spewed from ground that was once consecrate
Our heart starts pounding, tissue regenerate
Our mind starts racing calculating space and time
There's a monkey on Our back giving his organ a grind

 Peering back into an empty grave We can see yet another plane
 Where the skeleton in Our closet decides its time to explain
While pointing a finger at Us, he rattled his chains
"You're suffering from a sickness that's hard to contain

There are illusions of blood washing away in the rain
In a world controlled by the criminally insane
No needs to change, nothings ever arranged
The way that We endure the pain doesn't seem strange"

Were We an accident or something preordained
Living in the shadows mystifying Our shame
Should we have steak or feast on brains
Are we going to fall victim to whispers of Cain

While kneeling at an altar that was once my tomb
There's thunder on the hills chanting for doom
We grabbed Our weapon We know what they want
Reality hits US that We are more than grunts

The savagery with which We were taught to digest
Has Us ripping at a heart still beating in your chest
The smells, the taste, does more than excite
Remember I IS ME and we like what we like