Malignant

Pollution of body and soul, the whole world is dying
Pollution of moral sin, there is no denying
Trapped in a swollen shell, barred away in a covert cell
Encased by wire and thorn
I stand and see, the hearts pour out of the hands which suffer
The Vile image encircles me
In essence the substance is killed
Tainted in this authority, wicked is its rule
A cast of impure force
Dine, the feast of the assumption is well at hand
Your physical appetite far surpasses any other
The putrid hate encompasses a million bleeding eyes
This is your way to kill the face of decay
With wounded lips, no voice will carry
And to the grave, corruption will take the blackened souls away
Wrapped up in the beautiful cedar boxes
The force had its way
Pollution of body and soul, the whole world is dying
Pollution of moral sin, there is no denying