W.a.k.o

As I lay six feet under the crypt
I cut my heart
And let the soul spread out
I emerge from the flood
Of my delusion
My descent to hell
I was summed to horrify
The paradox essence of deconstructiveness
The cosmic matter
As drove me to infinity
To unify and reach out the divine
I embrace death in sand
For so long
Deconstruct the ape
Dismember the truth
Contemplate my emptiness
My sickness sewer