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 mirror
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