The pest of our times must die Nihilistic storm, craving for blood The pest of our times must die Carved into us from birth Craving more blood More than you can take After all these centuries Sure you want more? Fuck your gods Fuck your demons Only death is real Fuck this world Intangible pest Can you touch it? Intangible pest Can you see it? Fuck your gods Fuck your demons Only death is real Fuck this world Intangible pest Can you fuck it? Intangible pest Can you eat it? It's like cancer in your mind Leave behind your humanity Embrace the warm essence Of the divinity Seeking life after death? Kill yourself Your answer is there You won't find it there