Puissant from Profane by Touching God

Listen, you’re sick.
Pale coming on thick. How do you feel?
Touchy touchy grabby grabby.

You're so damn weak.
All good things come to those who take.
Money money-grubbing grubbing.
Besides, you need it.

And after all, the pure of heart are a goddamned miracle.
You won’t live forever. So earn it now. Dig it out. Fall upon it.

Don’t show emotion. We know that’s taboo.
Don’t worry. Put up those walls. Defensiveness is a must.
You can’t help yourself.
So, fuck the world.
Rape the women, rape the children, rape the land
and everything you can control.

But here’s what you should do:
You earned it. So dig that grave. Now, fall into it.

• Ancient Texts
• Electronic Noise Rock
• Punk
• Sacrilege
• Canada