Programmed Cell Death

At the dais made of crystal

With the water ever-glowing

Awaken our eternal master

In the temple of the all unknowing

Suicide completely intentional

Break free into the interdimensional

Unshackled from life backed by the

Horrific chorus of the crystal cantacle

Gory endings to your stories, anti-corpereal allegory

Sacrifice by way of deconstruction

Matter disassembled completely intangible

In the glow I gaze into my master's scowling demonic features

With a crackling portal spewing out all manner of terrifying creatures

The beasts they screech invaluable lessons that volume teaches

As priests and preachers are devoured by pools of vampyric leeches

I piss upon your pitiful ritual

You are nothing as an individual

Give yourself to the growing horde

Of astral magical mass approaching critical

Intracellular death program

Quit reality - the eternal scam

Inward outward let's be done with it

Everybody has to die sometime

At the border of mind it teases

Doing whatever the fuck it pleases

Leave my body rotting inside out til there's nothing left but little pieces

Jump at the chance to be reborn

Your conscious from reality torn

Fight for a chance to be renewed

Where your will cannot be refused

Breathe the life that the crystal gives you

Make sure no one outlives you

Pile the bones of your enemies high

A heaping mass of lives expired

How appropriate, how fitting

Another throat that needs a little slitting

Lead the way as a warrior poet

Seek your purpose and then know it

Bleed the world of all its worth

Find your limit then outgrow it

Crush all those in opposition

Elevated to a new position

Kill everything that holds you back

Pure violence attack attack attack

I feel it in my spine, I'm running out of time

Father, where is my home?

My skin is burning, guts are churning, mind is turning

Goodbyes, I cannot say them

O the suffering, O the endless torment

I don't deserve this

I am the aftermath of cell-god's overwhelming wrath

and you are following shortly after

Programmed cell death is my master

I piss upon your pitiful ritual

You are nothing as an individual

Give yourself to the growing horde

Of astral magical mass approaching critical

Intracellular death program

Quit reality - the eternal scam

Inward outward let's be done with it

Everybody has to die sometime