There is a monster in the vault There ever since the structure was set He was waiting in the shadows From whence its basics were arranged His ancient voice roars It scorns my kindness Spins the key to locked gates Sins of discharge A beast trapped in a common mind Tossing viruses now harvested spread In blood flesh and bone While we try to reject the primitive That drives us all I am a string puppet of desire and My need is pushing the cord Temptation is the one obsession We will never resist it Flirts like a spoiled bitch That hungers to be kissed More Evil than treating Unperformed desires Throwing the structure To hells brutal fire How long can you silence This natural beast creation of yours You cannot lock The prime Evil within bars Natural beast creation of yours There is an obvious chaos Always within your eyes Always trying to evolve The sins of discharge