(From the Bay Area, please give it up for Mars Kumari)

Closer to the pestilence

Their touch hunger for what's only the appearance

The devil just chuckle, the rebels come cut you

Children they cries come in demented ways see it from their eyes

Pit of despair that ascribes its victim

Lived past the seventh ring of hell to the sickness

Prepare the victims to love to be victimized

Stockholm syndrome's not always quick to find

Bloody nose, I don't know what it close

Any anxiety or entity I don't know

Foreclose your soul, check and see if it's escrow

Can you best the crow comes through your inner core

Consume anything as the monsters do

When you want a clue you can't think it's beyond your view

Eyes in flames, like I'm ashamed, but not really my design describes my pain, mane

They can't do no wrong, they superior

'Til they get gutted we can see their interior

All of the drinking water poisoned with coal

It just lead to the slaughter

Soul taker, every whole acre, where it's nothing inside it'll be a hole later

The voodoo bag lady act crazy

Once you realize, you may stop the attack maybe

Grotesque ghostly entities, here's a comprehensive defense of vicinity

We all playing in the dark ages, fighting against the ultimate ultimatum

Severed heads drag others into their touch

Into the dead zone, you ain't better than us

Rich in horror, all the lost creatures

Leaving trails with eternal blood to the ether