It seems I destroy what I have, what I've created
Then could I wish what doesn't exist, doesn't exist... no more?
It has
never been perfect and never will be
Disdainful death I come to demand you
All the life you have stolen, every piece you have
taken
I want it now, I wish for it now
You have chosen to be touched by these cold hands,
Indeed
Touched by misery, feel
the doom while I embrace you
I am king sadiM, blessed by infection
Every thing and every being will be withered and soiled by
me
While you turn your beauty to grimness
I cum on your immaculate white skin
As you lose your faith violently
I have
failed again
It seems I soil all I touch, all I've loved
Then could I hate what doesn't exist, doesn't exist... no
more?