Besedila:
Oblivion Dust Pure

be so pure I want to be so pure Cut you up and rearrange you I want to be so pure I want to be so pure I want to be so pure Cut you up and rearrange

Cast into desolation Uniform destruction of the pure On wasted soil never to vegetate On this lifeless planet of ash Manipulation of their world These

and it looks just like you Slip away and waste away It's all you can do You are a pretty monster inside the little picture An overdose Of every vitamin Pure

Eternal suffering. Everlasting oblivion of tears falling into the dust. I want to die. But the three mothers don't grip my hand they want the cycle to

hear with your beauty and let me feel her moisture The solitary wind that whispers gently awakes the frosty fields Fading morning sun enslaves her nakedness into oblivion

of dead our sun Whores to oblivion now are taken To your promised land [(II) Chains of Morality] Burning in the flames of pious self-shame A pure, divine

Pure black disease I give to the world. Pure black disease Oblivion, my friend. Pure black disease I am the way. Completed it is, My pure black disease, And you will exist In dust