I feel like such a failure
For not catching my vices sooner
Pray the damned take me down
To where they lie far under
There wont be much rest for me
Unless I'm slumbering eternally
In a casket left buried
Six feet f*cking deep
With roots below and branches above
Taking refuge
Malicious subterfuge
This hole has become a home for one
Cutting the rosary
To bring as an offering
I haven't passed, but my spirit has
The lack of scent, taste of dirt
Raptured and lonely
My bones decide to leave a hollow trace
Revive the only thing you deserve to be
Inject yourself with nothingness
So you don't feel anything
Now all that's left is emptiness
Its all that I have, this sad disorder
Senses never coming back
Viscera takes the life
Pass off the old blood
To create a facade of us getting older
It keeps getting colder
Pass off the old blood
To create a facade of us getting older
I haven't passed, but my spirit has
The viscera takes a life