I am not what I seem to be  This flesh is not reality  In some fantasy it may be cookies to go with the wine  In a dream it could be a rigid phallus inside of you  Silently through lifeless corridors  One where feces lie scattered,  one where the seeds of thousand saints burn and suffer the  agonies of the damned  Within you, beaten, whipped, so intensely fucked  I infect you with death  And when you swallow me, drinking the wine of insanity  Collapse into sickening divinity  I am the true god, I am superman, I am silent, I am invisible, I am the shadow of a shadow  I am unspoken, I am unsung, unseen  I am in your head, but I have never been  I am a reflection from a shattered looking glass  I am god  I am nothing, I am the devil in your flesh  And I am the whimper of the whipped beast