rotten soil

come down for a minute, touch the grass on the other side, meet the devil who is your host, strike down what you believe in, get it done with a fucking gun, when i'm in hell you can talk to my ghost, reach out for what is nothing, the grass is red just for a while, reason burns behind the wall, it will pass in a minute, eggs will hatch inside your head, your little feeble body soon will crawl, can you feel it itch, can you feel it so divine, when blood is pissing down your spine, there's no turning back, your infected blood will boil, cause you walked on rotten soil, it's hard to take a stand but, it's harder to take a fall, open the lid of your own casket