Internal Horn
I want
your blood
I want
to feel
your touch
A piece of me in the water
My blood not bleeding from me
In the dark water my brother
Deep down in the sea
I’ll crush you like a twig
You’ll burn in hell for eternity
You’ll see what you did to me
And you’ll suffer
Zero Address
This is Mr. Salvation speaking. Your city is under siege. All citizens are advised to gather to zero address.
Assume the egg position.
The early arrivals shall receive higher positions in the new intergalactic nation. People in current high
social stature will be appointed to district 5 to receive the special treatment.
Zero address (x3)
It’s time you answer the call
…Before your nation will fall
Hail to the savior, in the cosmic night,
Gathered as one, in the pale moonlight.
The shadows dance, and the echoes swell,
In the zero address, we bid farewell.
Come, my children, to the zero address, A refuge awaits, a sanctuary, no less.
In shadows we unite, in silence we trust, a cosmic journey, escape is a must.
March to the void, where shadows intertwine, A cosmic embrace, where destinies align.
In whispers we follow, in silence we trust, To the zero address, where illusions combust.