Ice, cold, aloof, stiff, my gelid being rises evil in me, as I abandon my physical form, from an astral spot. My corpse is left behind, for worms to show it the meanings of life, light swallows me, and I know there's no return. My new ethereal conscience realises what It's become, and I enter the now identified flying object to meet their forms. Psychic pressure begins to erase any trace of goodness in me, tumbling through globular clusters and blackholes, mentally drilled to ruin. For genocide I am sent. Let there be pain. Inverting the ways of creation, I have been called to destroy. Stealing their souls for the ones deep underground. My actions are felt and reflect in an interdimensional way, particules of raw hatred filtering through time and s***e. A nebula of pure evil, h*** sapien's bringer of death, the H was marked in my forehead, now I'm the H itself. Considered a traitor to my kind, the chosen one to exterminate, the H was marked in my forehead, now I'm the H itself and I know why, because I got high, because I got high, because I got high.