Filth and Fertilization Lyrics

echoes on tin; dripping eaves shedding the buildup
stale, stagnant sounds; tangible
certified by their own repitition
pain, contortion, gut twist
rotting and bloated - shaking in the grip
dilapidated and alone; the remains of an unman
i feel ficticious; i feel i am made
sliding through well greased pipelines
with no other purpose than to soak up the excrement
filth and fertilization
god help me...i love it
this is where the beauty will touch us
shining like the rays of a bloody aztec sun
quaking the epicenter; unleashing the spirit
waiting for the tides of beauty to wash over
i will miss this place, these places
and i will miss the mind i have squandered