The serpent strikes
Strikes again
Let him inside you
The silent serpent strikes again
With visions
In tongues
In broken rhymes
In visions and tongues
Inhuman shades of grins
In colors searing in ones mind
Feed on me
Breed on me
Horror god in black
Voices in me
There shall be no god before me
I am iconoclastic
Elevate your iconoclastic highs
I'll be the lab rat to break the silence
The greater the sin
In every code of life
The lifeless in fear
The strongest root it is
Heading the light
The knowledge of pain
Renegade soul
The purest of man
As fire to burn at the weakest of man
I rage for I cannot live in a world of taboos
Where no mind is existence
In the name of my soul
Honor
In visions and tongues
Inhuman shades of grins
In colors searing in ones mind
Feed on me
Breed on me
Horror god in black
And still your heart and mind in perpetual suicide
Now look at me
There shall be no god before me
I am
Iconoclastic
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