Son Of The Public Castration

My mind full of selfishness
If I cut my body I'd not feel anything
Falling into his body and dressing up of his skin
A slimy insect into a decadent pantry
Looking for expired food and a warm place
Dark this is not real
Dark I am not fucking real

Hear me mother
Hear me fetus' owner
Hear me mother
Hear me holy monster

I need a new mind
I need to purify it
I need to not think
I don't need to be afraid
Prisoner of my larynx
Prisoner of my gestures
Prisoner of my symbols
Now God is mine
Save your soul

Amputate, annihilate
No tongue. No hands
No thoughts, no God
No goddess