In Flames - Dead God In Me Lyrics
To slit the grinning woundsfrom childhood's seven moonsthe palette stained with the ejaculated passions(of forbidden, hedonistic colors...)Strike from omnipotence; all-seer, all-deemerand haunt my severed country with yourdripping, secret gamesYou pick the unripe liliesdeflored and peeled the bleeding petalsmade known to methe grainy stains, the crimson lotusof the Black-Ash Inheritance,the semen feed of gods and mastersThe worms still in me,still a part of me,racing out from leaking rooms,swoop from broken lungs to block the transmissionto put an end to the nomad yearsFatheryou are thedead god in me