Nourished Wounds (Redux)

Eletronically satisfied, there is a mechanism
Technology has advanced, but sin still the same

Lies, betrayal, greed and lust
Disguised in morality with cold eyes
Degradation souls from so much sin
Pushing away, the light in cold nights

So much blood, so much fear
Condition is critical, only ritual
So much pain and I still remain
Of form tragical victimal of ritual

Absolute screams of agony, become de pleasure to the ears
Your confession will be Judged, pain is salvation that consumes