Corpse Intinerant

Without destination, without life
With life, death,
Where is your goal?
And now, where is it?
Where is all that
Arrogance and pride?
If sees in disgrace now?

Lie down on the stretcher metal
Feel your body serving for nothing
Feel the blade piercing his lung
Feel their language being ripped off
Piercing his lung
Reason without reason
Was his motto last word and single

Blind perfection backup without end
Long live the individuality
And grow in disgrace
In misfortune
Of a life of death
Corpse intinerant