Chapter V lyrics

To brown all and any sparks of light Seems to be the only semi-comprehensive goal Present int he hermit's slippery brain. (His thoughts writhe almost as if They were the embodiment of coiled serpent Slowly eating and digesting itself, unawares...) To Drown the self in the murky depths of the self Layer by worthless layer the soul is peeled of its breath. By virtue of non-action the modern sadists get their fir Kobed in wounds teething with pus Gathering dust Screaming in torturous tongues Spinning webs of lies. Every miserable corner of the earth is the same.