Immaculate conception
I am rotting away, I am nothing

A hypnotic and devoid human
Filled with hollow and festering echoes

I can end this one way, it's drilling in my brain

I'll become stronger when my soul is vacuumed towards the sky
It will end all, and I will feel whole again. I will become stronger

Lost, fallen

Now you wonder what time you have left, while I'm starting to grow
I will summon the worst that I can and blow you all to Hell