Worship Me Like a God

Ionize
Disinfect
Jacques Cousteau
Smoothly, softly
Worship Me
Like a God
My gut is full or rot
The sound it makes rings loud and true
I've got a plate in my head
And my mouth is filled with glue
There's fire in my loins, ice water courses through my veins
My seed is spreading and it's heading in a million strains
The fertile soil beneath me desperately sucks me in
But there I festered, pondered, grew until I rose again
Summoned to kill I ravaged landscapes, tainted air and sea
A juggernaut of hunger; Shiny, oily, that is me
Saturate
Alpha Rays
Dendrophobe
Smoothly, softly
Worship Me
Like a God