I am your shrine I am your womb You rest inside my me My flesh shall be your tomb
Your words decayed The foulest rain A shroud of mildewed lies enwrapping your remains Your body draped Next to mine Exposed to all unless they've chosen to be blind
You cause my sweat To drop as blood Soiling this meager ground of desecrated mud Your mind depraved You've crucified yourself upon my barren grave
My fingers tenderly Caress your face I shall preserve my hatred until the end of days
I've concieved you I've destroyed you You were still born Inside of me
