There's a fire burning inside
And lava that flows inside my veins,
The oak when turns to ashes
I drown in platinum coal pains.
Dripping blood from my swelled eyes
Can't see the ropes to the route,
How familiar the road could get
Dream the insanity, this brute.
Divine truth those teeth can cut
Ghostly salvation cakes of earth,
Until the chest breaks in two,
Fruits bloom from venomous-dirt