Twisting neath this putrid skin
Like burning thorns in this rotten flesh
Fade to the night my child


The skin is numb
Twisted grin, terror sweat

A state of peace

As above, so below

Forevermore, nevermore

Dead but dreaming

The eye is all-seeing
Dead but dreaming
Is your master made of lies


Crawling through this useless shell
Hallucinating in this dream-like state

Within me is all and everything

Chaos shall reign