I recoil and retch
In realization we are the wicked
As the famine are swarming
We subject to the glorious orgy of the flesh
We gather as rats of intentions impure for a
Ritual of drowning in liquid degradation
Eroding sense of purpose as the sickness kicks in
The thrill the pain the sense of churning acid deep within
We seek to spite luminosity and pretend
We're not the damned and scorned from the establishment of Man
The rotten being i manifest from my subconscious
Distilled hatred feeds the depression
Ever-present grief weighs a thousand curses
Tied rotting limbs swiftly dragging you
DOWN
The dark urges men and women fail to supress
Disassociation
Physical degradation
Grief turning into resentment
From the white of the eyes
Black tar dripping