Crystallized

A stain my vision of life so very distorted

Love sex so darkly wanted to be molested

There is nothing more impious than to storm a little creature

In it's cradle of conception with a trauma heritage

It becomes a legacy of pain a glass through the nerve

Sensation of death genetic condemn

When the oldest of our ghosts has the last name to destroy

The ideology of abuse becomes the cancer of the soul

Now suffer you all the force my behalf

My luck is so bad with my factory of hats