LOST IN SLUMBER A THREAT TO NO ONE WEAK AND HUMBLED, IN MY DISGRACE SWEET DEPARTURE, IS WHAT I LONG FOR CARELESS MOMENTS, TO COMFORT ME DEAD PHILOSOPHY
There's no turning back Back out of life Life's adversity A grotesque contradiction Drowning in hope Hope gets distorted Distorted mental state Feel
I set my foot in my cottage Eyes attracted by human debris Floorboards covered in spinal fluids Oozing liquid putresence Open the fridge; gory sight Human
misery's pouring down impossible to ignore everywhere he goes his head gets filled with more never mind direction the clouds will always haunt like a
Voices inside Keep on twisting my thoughts things that are rationally right sre crooked to me but I make it work my way the thoughts inside are painfully
"I am clean forgotten as a dead man out of mind I am become like a broken vessel for I have heard the blasphemy of the multitude ans fear is on every
guilt is growing in my head building on a painful past distorting all I think and see my mask is your reality innosense on it's own among the tempting
born out of love in a world of hatred no future a birth death always to close falling of rain memories fade away a new start of life in decay of death
We fight on this field of honour Maimed bodies everywhere We mystify our feelings Thinking anyone cares This mystical sphere Malice of the mind We will
Walker of worlds Filled with men Celtic tradition Human forms will burn Grotesque male formed starue Structured maze of wood Hundreds die by fire Human
i'm riding the lies sweet forest of lies my own few lines between my eyes I feel the rage; I touch my lips taste the blood drawn from my wrists it tastes
Totally controlled It has filled your mind Attracted all your feelings Caught you from behind Keeps away the thoughts From your consious life Removes
you are so changed since I met you vague moments seem to come more often why do you use it; throwing your life away tearing your friends and family with
staring blind; there'sonly darkness bothered by too many thoughts thoughts of this scattered world filled with only bitterness the more I try to ease
portraits; all over this wall murdered morals taking my fall velvet footsteps caressing the floor listen carefully; I want to be shure the pig is laughing
Walls covered in bloodstains Door bolted from the inside Bedclothes ripped off Tangled in bloodstained garments Raw mass of human flesh Once it was a
