Uploaded August 2025 | Updated September 2026, 4 hours ago

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Lyrics:

Came crawling from the crypt of my subconscious crucifix

Fleshless and fevered, stitched in sacrilege and spit

A sin-born eidolon in vestments made of flayed regret

With hymns of iron-clawed id howling in dialects unmet

It gnawed its way into my throat with doctrine dipped in gall

Anointing me in hemorrhage — the masses where I fall

Psychosis made incarnate in a surgeon’s sterile steel

A mirror-image martyr with a hunger I could feel

I chewed the leash they wrapped around my neck in sacred thread

Spat Eucharist into the wound and wore the face of dread

The shadows grinned in vertebrae and needles turned to fangs

I learned that halos only shine in excrement and waste



Dissect me, Father — for I have sinned with surgical finesse

Each scalpel stroke a love letter in arterial caress

I wear the crown of Blasphemy — no gold, just rust and bile

A parable of plague encased in saintly, septic smiles

My gospel's written in a font of dead identities

Where every page is leathered from a past I gutted free

I am the blade that bleeds itself to prove it still exists

A doctrine of the damned — in verse, in vein, and virulent abyss


I amputated ignorance to make a throne out of a grudge

Where vultures crown the heretics and martyrs fail to budge

A massacre of molecules composed this wolf of want

Now every nerve’s a prayer of pain this revenant can haunt