I hear the baying of the hounds   In the distance, I hear them devouring   Pest-ridden jackals of the earth   Diabolical beasts and roaming the forests      In wait and constant protectors   Calling you to sit by his side   Your self-loathing image in his flesh   A revelation upon which you linger      His words are flies   Swarming towards the true insects   Feasting on buried dreams   Spreading decay upon your skin      His eyes spew forth a darkness   That cut through and paralyze   Casts light upon your secrets   Forced to confront your enemies      His mouth is a vortex   Sucking you into it's pandemonium   Fools you with a helping hand of ashes   Reached out in false dismay      His body is a country   The cities lay dead beyond despair   Friends turned enemies unable to come clean   In a rising fog of reeking death      Everything you believed is a lie   Everyone you loved is a death-burden   So you take comfort in him   And you are receptive to stark wishes      No longer struggling to declare your stand   You would inflict no harm to others   They are unaware and in a loop of futile events   You are everything, they are nothing      Drown in the deep mire   Past desires   Beneath the mire   Drown desire now with you      Drown in the deep mire   Past desires   Beneath the mire   Drown desire now with you      Lined up verses on dead skin   The tainted lips of a stranger   Resting upon hers      And I embrace bereavement   Everything beloved is shattered anyway   I would devote myself to anyone   I would accept any flaws      I am too weak to resist   Tension vibrating with horror   Finding the outcast in my eyes   Pushing nerves on a puppet   Endless poison in my veins   Clean intent now tainted with death      And so, cold touch now inhumane   Every waking hour awaiting a reverie to unfold   And now they are calling me   Louder by the minute   The baying of the hounds   Calling me back to my home