Bible Arm on social hell spins its downward spiral with each year of unprogression a fine of failure is added closer than ever to the edge, a faith in resident martyrs strong object track my body, my body down. Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light between a labyrinth of errors and the key to the suicide era digging through the graves of giants, words fly to me a lonely load, like a promise failing miserably running through like an alphabet of hate to shake the entire organism, closer than ever, ever to the edge. Eyes, disappearing rebirth of light between a labyrinth of errors and the key to the suicide era. I kill for the code, to disarm this mess of psychotic chaos that once i mixed up myself Disarm.