Inhale the Hyper Pulse - Withering Surface

Sub seed the lead, the conscious of your greed

Sub feed, so weak…

Excretion of morality

Deplore the purity

Makes wounds infiltrate

Survival of the fittest

Into jet-sets of disease

Control the spine of your engine

Control the spine of your god

Black out the leech in your pulse now

Inhale the hyper pulse

When you thought you stood in line, was when it all fell down

Sub seed the lead, the conscious