Primitive Personal Blasphemy

States of your depression changing in time,
unto the foolish reflection.
Suddenly,everything ends with a torrent of feelings and ideas.
In the mind of each other is everything apart,
inner war of personality has now begun.
Primitive personal blasphemy, blasphemy.
Bloodshot eyes of the prophets, drowning you in their egoistic splendour.
2.000 years dead palm will not save us!
False crosses burn on our chests.
False crosses burn on our chests.
Eternaly opressed minds by a dose of possession ,
tormented in primitive haze of blasphemy.
Pages of the holy script covered in dust.
Horrific visions of the prophets, seen from the innards of putrid corpse.
Hisses of holocaust, seen from the innards of human race!
Wait here all alone, apocalyptic waltz of insanity.
Their atrocity becomes lonesome messenger of nuclear revelation.