PostHumanX - Cold And Obscene

Crumble and fall
The withering begins
Embrace the cold
In the emptiness
Foul stench of decay
Left without a trace
You gasp you choke and capitulate
Spiritual flesh in horrific state
Caged in my grasp
Your will starts to burn
Perfect nightmare
Aligned to the void
Withering heart
Collapse the weak
Shattered minds
Empowering elite
Withering stench
Feed the machine
A new existence
Trapped in cold wrapped in obscene
Rotting human merge
With awoken machine
Crumble away
A new age Ill mold
A hybrid design
Void of sin
A future awaits
Bleak unknown and cold
Lose yourself
Embrace the true god you fear
Bitch
Oblivions grip strangles
Oblivions grip strangles

Written by:
Ivan P

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