Born out of the most bizarre of wombs I lie embalmed in my own blood Capturing the illusion of what is supposed to be life
Can it be heard or perceived when approaching? (Because) It can be stopped when fate already has been determined to coils of inane coma (Believing in fate or not. It believes in you)
Reduced to rotting on a corpse upon another Seduced to climb the filth to smother They were already dead so why bother? Feed them to themselves
Soon I will be so far gone beyond Dead by my own hand I won't even participate in my own funeral
"Are you ready for the night? Ready to face and feel it crumble life a beast engulfed by forest-damnation Parched for isolation maltreat and nearly deceased Lie still"
Now I know what has demolished me through all these years I was never meant for submission to the living I was never really meant for birth. But rebirth
As the last vein is being cut a silent shrick secludes this dying wreckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
