There is a monster in the vault
There ever since the structure was set
He was waiting in the shadows
From whence its basics were arranged
His ancient voice roars
It scorns my kindness
Spins the key to locked gates
Sins of discharge
A beast trapped in a common mind
Tossing viruses now harvested spread
In blood flesh and bone
While we try to reject the primitive
That drives us all
I am a string puppet of desire and
My need is pushing the cord
Temptation is the one obsession
We will never resist it
Flirts like a spoiled bitch
That hungers to be kissed
More Evil than treating
Unperformed desires
Throwing the structure
To hells brutal fire
How long can you silence
This natural beast creation of yours
You cannot lock
The prime Evil within bars
Natural beast creation of yours
There is an obvious chaos
Always within your eyes
Always trying to evolve
The sins of discharge