Family Dirge Songtext / Lyric

Pain pushes us forward
Playing with rotten spunk of faceless bodies as power punishes
Fly into these gutters so full of our father's remains
I've found a reason to burn this house teeming with my family's sin
As worms seep through this land take him and breed him to the spores
Wielding blasphemy at my fingertips
I masturbate at the pinnacle of another earthly fissure