Worm, leech upon the back of God Malignant wretch reaching every thought I conjure a resentment of the imperfect body The ever-grasping hand of flesh towards the sun The final word shall be writ in my blood A resentment of all I thought was holy Your prayers Mean nothing I am the antithesis Sink deep into your sleep And never shall you wake again I am the antithesis I am above your fate This is the path I've chosen This world I shall create Nothing held sacred except the carnal lust for war Nothing held sacred, a truth that you will all abhor You must know your failure to truly see And now I stand upon this world I've created And now I see as clear as day my hatred Bitch And now I see that nothing here is sacred Nothing here is held sacred now Nothing here is held sacred now Nothing here is held sacred now Nothing here is held sacred now