Stained / Infinite / Bleak / Muted The smell of emptied bodies Is wrapping me to its firm embrace Mesmerized by my morbid self beneath I see it before my eyes And kneel down to its nature A man has a right to take When and how he pleases Suffer and destroy Erase and perfect Therefore I am the truth For this is why I am God Disembodied mind Timeless cause Simple and mechanic Causal event controlled by time Imagine how she must have begged him Imagine how she must have pleaded Imagine for how long Imagine how she must have prayed How she must've beseeched heaven Imagine, for twenty four years And no, no answer at all nothing, nothing! A steady stream of desecrated bodies Will sweep through my everlasting grace Unbound by my morbid self beneath You'll feel it inside your wounds And be muted by its nature A god has a right to give When and how he pleases