Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me
This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation
Fettered from the get go
Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark
We are less than worms and vermin
Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now...
I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation
And the Devil never lets go
Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors
Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence
The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all
Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be
This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation
Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirrorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
