I lick my lips thoroughly,
I lick the wound in which my insanity feeds.
I love it.
Love my pain,
Love my screams.
The endless restrain.
Tied to a god that preaches non-belief.
Don't you find it sick?
Do you find me sick?

Oh how I'd love it if you will!
Say "yes"! And I'll show you power.
Say "Nye" and I will show you a silent tear.
God has forbidden me,
The god I worshiped is my own -
Myself!!
I'm god you know,
God of me.
I'm immortal!
Stronger then you!
Sometimes immortals need to lurk in mortal blood