Lava rains down where there is no escape, for I melt, collapse, and desiccate in this catastrophic shower I gouged out my eyes with a spoon to be spared from my reflection, I'm no longer blinded by decadence and lust But still, I'm weak, vengeful, and spiteful and I'm so afraid of the luxuria and the fountain of eternal youth The mirror which I've saved myself from reflects only the worst of my nature, and my vices only serve to excruciate my torment
Wanton my prison by which I'm enthralled, I'm left here adorned and abandoned. Forlorn to fend alone with my devices This flesh of mine forbodes my path to divinity and enlightenment, but the answers are forbidden, tainted by my own design The ashes I shed leave me further unbecoming in these abyssal depths of hatred, I can choose the game, but I can't change the rules Four thousand, two hundred and seventy-two semi-hexagonal rooms entrance me as the outside walls close in around me
A cloistered spectre rises before me and forces me to chew granite as I beg for its love and forgiveness I'll do away with my decay when I take my revenge, I'm fastened to the vortex and entrapped within my languid skin I'm always ready to submit, but I fuck everything up before anything can blossom, and when I attach myself to these cracks in the wall, I'll chime An evil aggressor takes me through the stars and desolates the heavenly landscapes, a transparent entity leaves me for its own survivalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
