Withering Surface

Succumb your inferior fright – razorblades
Empty the cosmic glass – cut the stream
Taste my organic vengeance – razorblades
Have a look at yourself – in the night of shame
Taste my organic vengeance – razorblades
Be ashamed of yourself – in the night of shame
I stand before you
With stains in my mind
The pain, the sorrow
In the night you never came
The pain, the sorrow