With darkness as his only father
No echoes of his first cry
Recycled breath as the only air
Buried alive inside a corpse
Locked in his predecessor
Inside a tomb, licking the blood from a withered womb
The deepest spot in the potter's field
Inside the closest coffin to hell

Inhuman creation
Entrapped by nails
Unaware of time or emotions, an unsouled being
A mistake growing underground
Unmentioned in the headstone
Against gods will
Against gods will

Found his way out the crypt, carving with bare hands at the ground
Eats his kind to survive, eats his kind to survive
Found his way out the crypt, leaving her carcass behind
Eats his kind to survive, eats his kind to survive

Life from death lives through the dead
Through human meat, and bone and flesh
Now she's gone, no corpse left
So he seeks to eat another whore

He still remembers when he threw her up
An upsurge of organs, nerves
And that spate of love regurgitating her heart
The graveyard is his larder, his hideout, his unholy home

Ossuary infested by worms, full of limbs
Spines, torsos and hundreds of skulls
Walks among the living, missing the warmth of her ribs
Missing the black of her eyes, the black of her all, the taste of her guts
Eats his kind to survive, eats his kind to survive
Life from death lives through the dead
Through human meat, and bone and flesh