Do you really want to know your future,
Which is lying in the Darkness?
Do you really want to hear
The prophetic voice of
Doom?
Many kinds of fortune-telling
Are deceptive dotage
I possess by holy power
Of the true divination.
I can tell
you the truth.
It is so easy, but hard
All your secrets inside
Deep inside intestine.
Wrinkle your a*s with smile
You hope
to see this stinking s**t
Is leaving your flesh.
Defecate or be defecated.
Wrinkle your a*s to know
I can tell you the
truth.
It is so easy, but hard
All your secrets is here
You can test, you can touch
Are you ready for the
copromantia?
Is your s**t enough for this rite?
Don't you look to me so stupid.
Your s**t is in your hands!
So put your s**t
on
A showel, be careful.
Tell me how it smell.
It is smell like you,
Because you are piece of s**t too.
Don't you forget
about this.
Grow dark inside
Your watch -- oh yes!
It is time to make it fly -- higher.
The flying s**t is so beatiful.
It
is shin in the moonless sky.
You must run into the place
Where your s**t falls.
Gaze to a flat cake
Again and
again
What do you see?
You see nothing,
But shapeless s**t
Do you expect for more?
Copromantia is proved
That your
body consist of s**t -- don't you?
s**t is run in your veins,
s**t is hold your spine -- yes!
It is smell like you,
Because
you are piece of s**t too.
Don't forget!
Defecated Copromant.
Now you know your destiny.
That lake excrement in your
hands.
