My life's minds plagued by lyssophobia In a cage solitude locks me in As the dark blackened walls close in on me Dementia strikes, there's no turning back
Drowning in the stygian sea As those voices repeat to me my malediction Memento Mori Remember you must die
A gratuitous wraith of violence Blots out the light of my mind For on this night someone must pay For the cost of my life
For me to escape the curse of perdiction This poor, weaker being must receive pain As you wince at the actions of my sadist ways And cry at the throes of your moribund state
A Daemon issues your last rites Pater Noster Upto In Terra I break, I twist, I burn, I destroy Memento Mori
As the candle of life, that burned in your heart Is doused by the grip of death's hand Asmodeus, the spirit of lust Bears his necrophile ways For the wishes of the demon in black My largesse in life should be immortality Dislike the weak, mortal humans
But in life there's always death A multitude are born to be damned His perdisized body will burn forever In the scorching flames of Gehenna.
Panic
You know you ain't going nowhere you're stuck inside while the mind is flying you said you'd help me in the morning twisting on pins into my eyes and we driving on the ceiling below you... facin' up the walls with your crocked hands while you're miles away I don't think at all end up like this there's spiders on the wall and they stink of piss dead heads lying in the corner staring at me making me feel BAD I put my hands up to my eyes but the holes in my palms let me find a way to corner you I can't feel my chest because it ain't much sucking through my skin into my BRAIN oxygen pushing on the window cracks in the glass let it slip away I start to cry and I keep on laughing I close my eyes at what's left inside and then i'll ran away
For all the time this land for all the time in my hand slip around (... ...) once again
Razor blades floating in the warm bath air bubbles in your veins turning my hands black whispers coming from the next room window cleaner keeps on SPYING I put my hands up to my eyes but the HOLES in my PALMS let me find a way to corner me twelve (12) hammer for
My breakfast slipping of the edge in catatonic blood multiple decibel inscriptions trying all they can in miles an hour ... face grey and looming downwards sniffing ALL THE TIME for a ounce of silence screaming all the way numbers counting down inside me solar system thoughts circle round my HEAD false teeth hanging from the ceiling feet looking of the goms of the 2nd son I eat my hands cos my legs are crying you BROKE my neck cause i snapped my spine I wish you would die away to all the time in this land and all the time in my hands circle round in depth found calmness fall once again