Obzen
[Verse 1]
A state of perfection, immersed in filth
Equilibrium obtained
Pure in devotion to all things unwell
This sweet zen of our ill condition sustained
[Bridge]
A new belief system
Salvation found in vomit and blood
Where deprivation lies
Corruption, war and pain is god
[Verse 2]
Balance
Harmony found in the sickly, the vile
Unflinching eyes; joyous and gleaming
Intense in their need to watch things die
[Bridge]
[Middle Eight]
Decay, disgrace, disgust
Our state of zen
[Verse 3]
The grime of contempt and degeneration
Sticky, foul and pungent
The sediment of our creation
We flourish in this blood-red soil