Speak... Was I morose
and break this bitter silence... grin and
I am back
Looking not well at all
Empty and hollow
Not what
I can't seem to get out
I can't seem to break
[Instrumental]
I can smell your fear
You reek of insecurity
I know what
I can think of a thousand ways to kill you
But
Please sit with me and listen
I hear a different drum
Maybe
Wormso conquering wormsdeep in the reeking dirtthe horror, the painthe
They shed their precious tearswept the loss of lifethe absence
This reeks of pain and crueltyMisguided flesh and hypocrisyMutilated souls
Assailed by ever returning nightmaressilent as a moths wingsyet cruel
I am not what I seem to beThis flesh is
And one nightwhen the moon was full and its silver
I should not mindif she were done away withkilled or
It's a fucking discrace how the sane and unable rule
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