Forrest

Due Lamb

I can rip out your flesh from the inside

Planting pomegranate seeds so far

Down into your chasm of a heart

They may send you to hell

Before I get the chance

A meek mask has fooled you

Shall my filth infect

Let yourself be ground to dust

Cry for John when

Genesis screams your name

Final judgement will hunt you down

So beg for anything

To save everything

The lamb rarely forgets