Paroles de A Philosophy Rising

There is one rite in each man An independent temple of mercy Entheogens burn in the temple's fire We are the masters of the temple's destruction When the horrors and pains of life Outweigh the horrors of death Naked and screaming We accept the corrosive of life Like salt on a severed limb The great tragedy is ourselves From mechanical perspectives Our nature is a cancerous struggle The worm does not choose the hook But consider your affinity to it