The Conflagration Of Shangri-la کے بول

Destination, Atrocities so absurd, Asphyxiation, We've become what we set out to destroy, A spiraling repetition into nihility, Behold, gluttonous, We wouldn't exist without you, Cupidity, my lust escapes me, Ejaculating the thought of birth- This axis, this breath, One in a million, Doomed to reproduced, an itch, In the throat of lucine, As we say our goodbyes [to this purgatory], This monstrosity, decimation achieved- Take thy communion, and run with it, Where freedom is just another breath, For here we are in bondage, There is not escape from the wicked- Forever, shall we rot.