Ungatz

It was destined to hit you

Just around the corner

Nothing you can do

Just obey the order

It comes from inside you

Sabotaging its own

Till it kills its own host

It grows and grows and grows and grows

No mysterious ways in which it works

You are no center in any world

It doesn't happen for a reason

It doesn't have to make sense

The only sense you will be making

Is in your own grave's dirt

Maybe karma caught up

With your sly practices

Maybe heaven is missing

A few more angels

It's all going according

To the great masterplan

For we're all but pawns

Thy will be done