Songtexte
A
state
of
perfection,
immersed
in
filth
Equilibrium
obtained
Pure
in
devotion
to
all
things
unwell
This
sweet
Zen
of
our
ill
condition
sustained
A
new
belief-system
Salvation
found
in
vomit
and
blood
Where
depravation,
lies
Corruption,
war
and
pain
is
God
Balance
Harmony
found
in
the
sickly,
the
vile
Unflinching
eyes,
joyous
and
gleaming
Intense
in
their
need
to
watch
things
die
A
new
belief-system
Salvation
found
in
vomit
and
blood
Where
depravation,
lies
Corruption,
war
and
pain
is
God
Decay,
disgrace,
disgust
Our
state
of
Zen
The
grime
of
contempt
and
degeneration
Sticky,
foul
and
pungent
The
sediment
of
our
creation
We
flourish
in
this
bloodred
soil
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