The Dark Figure

Stench pleases your nostrils; you drool over it, true!
Your fattened belly bursting in orange vomit
Earth will spit what you fed it, force-fed from your shit
You know the truth, that scum is yours, there's no issue

Take off your masks, your dark figure, embrace your filth
The truth you despise, know so well, behind the trees
The fountain of Aldermac permeates, foresees
Let its poison fill you, let its truth serum act

Utopia's pillars weakened by witting blindness
Lethargic prayers at the edge of the abyss
Will take you a step ahead, whisper you the knell
Know your bloat won't break the descent, see you in hell!