Their Parasitic Dreams Lyrics

Death's not reversible, suicide's an art that stems from ultimate lust
I sense your guilty pleasures and cunning traps

Peace can't last forever when your basic need is threatened
I see the triangle is broken
Your desire unleashes

Become your greatest work
Torture, turn yourself into art
I know you'll scream for me

"There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide*"
Beautiful death and genuine self-love
I give you the chance to complete yourself

Justice is forgotten, oh your words
Your blood and purpose, your final
Justice is easily forgotten when your basic need is threatened
Your words, your blood and your final, your dead end

Become
Torture, turn yourself into art
I know you'll scream for me
Prepare to die for the magnificent carnival
Go back home

This is how you die, you cocksucker
For you I'll open the gates of hell
Fucking rot in pain

* Quote by Albert Camus