13 acessos
Cold seems crippling
lame meander through corridors
aroma's thick with age
mark off the day
reflections of my life are fading...
Pull me out of body don't want it, don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting descending, on us a
Structure that's collapsing, don't want it,
Cast into, maker take the body, don't want it, it wants ME
Past has found its place
salvation is no more
will god accept my peace?
bleached will pardon me
reflections of my life are fading...
Pull me out of body don't want it
Don't want in, feeble frail and rotting descending,
On us a structure that's collapsing, don't want it,
Cast into maker take the body, don't want it, it wants ME
I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore memories in me
cocooned in misery
I'm sick and tired of embracing reflections of past time, receive
me or cast me away
...god please take me away
Resistance futile suicidal ideas
I will crucify my own being
satisfy selfish needs fuck the deities
justify my own right to what's waiting for me
On the other side the time has come lock and load
I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming home...
Pull me out of body don't want it, don't want in,
Pull me out of body don't want it, don't want in,
Pull me out of body don't want it, don't want in,
Feeble frail and rotting descending, on us a
Structure that's collapsing, descending,
Don't want it, maker take the body, don't want it, don't want it
Pull me out of body don't want it, don't want in,
Feeble frail and rotting descending on us a
Structure that's collapsing, descending,
Don't want it, maker take the body, don't want it, it wants ME
I just want to run fly kites wrestle jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore memories in me
cocooned in misery
The darkness overcomes soul soars to the other plain
Existence past the door I sail through purgatory's bay
I asked a god for poison cradle ME
Sown my dreams souls searching
death blossoms where clouds lie over ME
held in god's hands deathblooming...
Dark for fear of failure
An inner gloom as wide as an eye and fermenting
Roiling hate, death grip in my veins
Unveiling rancid petals
Flowering forth foul nectar
The space between a blink and a tear
...death blooms.