The Fog Pareidolia Sacred dogmatic Phenomenon Cursed man with vision They get What they get Constant state of dead empathy Blessed Mournfully Maddened I'll make the best of your damnation And live in This nightmare Never allowed to leave or wake up That's all the life I've come to know Numb I've become To this catastrophe All to tragic these painful vivid visions Of existence Ruinous atrophy Plaguing my preconceived perceptions My sight is lost In a black well of Deep despair Poisonous air Drown me in my blood So that I may see my disembodiment Again I need it To prove she's alive I see the demons At the edge of this chasm I plead Please Force my perspective (Into liminal space) Allow me to see (The Purgatorial face) Maybe the face that I see Is just death calling me From the garden Pareidolia in the fog Fearful visions rise Reciting prayer for what feels like centuries Do those deaf ears have empathy? Or has ice cold vengeance overtaken their benevolence for me I, Irreverent To my life Severing The Connections Of my recursive Cycle of doom Endless cycle of doom I roam the profane gardens Of unclaimed souls Daemones in sedibus suis Reges claves minorum Praecipio Tibi Profer atram flammam Magni daemonis The Infernal beast Alive in the deep Shall drown thee The unbound body Lamenting through A cataclysmic truth Where is the body Of my Darling Decay Her screams were so deafening Like she lived a life in my head A perpetual death knell Tolls through my hell I'll make the best of your damnation And live it for eternity A nightmare I'll Never wake from Consuming me My disembodiment I need to see it To prove I'm alive I see the demons At the edge of this chasm I plead Please force my perspective Just let me see Let me gaze upon reality Maybe the face that I see Is just death calling me From the fog Pareidolia My eyes veiled by a dense black haze Yet I can see her Face in everythingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
