Day of the Pest Lyrics

From depths of your convictions
Performing through centuries my offence
I laughed of your so ridiculous

Looking your open lips
And all the anixety sprang by my presence
Squirming your bowels and nerves
I feel complete

I am the bubo to hack
The tumour on skin of your peace
I'm infesting mass of your narcissist scenario

I am the bubo to hack
Pulsing intestines to see
The pestilential blow on your aseptic

Delighting day of the pest
Feasting the day of the pest

I sepsis of morals
Eruption of disbelieve
Abscess of regrets of who won't see

I am the bubo to hack
The tumour on skin of your peace
I'm infesting mass of your narcissist scenario

I am the bubo to hack
Pulsing intestines to see
The pestilential blow on your aseptic

Delighting day of the pest
Feasting the day of the pest

Synopsis:
Well thinking heads are too busy in their heaven...
...to appreciate the tickling touch of an hell of reality