Cleavers buried in skin
Of those who know nothing of where I've been
Pass judgement, choking on sin
Cast your pain at the wandering
Rewrite the hypocrisy
The whole world at your mercy
Reshape the words you betray
The hollow hoard has nothing to say anyway
Needless diseased chest
Carry the pounding pulse of the regress
Fuel the famine existing in me
The void is warped, wailing discreetly
Fatigue, pristine
Cleansing me of my will to breathe
Owning all of me
The settling touch of disease
Here's the fact that they fail to see
When you're adrift in abyssal sea
The shortest distance from a to b
Is to pull that trigger and cease to be
Corpulent corroding cancer
Carry the corpse of a truthful answer
Caustic spew, perverting you
You are nothing to smile to
Fatigue, pristine
Cleansing me of my will to breathe
Owning all of me
The settling touch of disease
Engrossed in the wonder of woe
Let me leave, let me go
Let me leave, let me go
Let me leave, let me go
Let me leave, let me go
The voices grate, reverberate within my state of being
External plots dictate, they do not relate to what I'm seeing
Every atom shaped, disfigured, raped by how I'm feeling
Constant echoes break against the torrential wake of meaning
In my hollow helm
A blind, dead realm
Thoughts overwhelm and shatter
As the days roll by
The wight cast sky
Assails this sea of matter
Spirals entomb as I pace
Amidst the mist I am out of place
The restless mind that wasted its life
In search of a light that faded inside
The spark of youth that died without grace
A precious high no lie can replace
Might my misery kill me yet
Another solemn cry joins the aggregate