Submerged in the scourge
I gorge then I purge
My pride

Not discouraged when the wick's flame died
'Cuz my broken window pane
Let inside the winds of change

Now the dust
The dirt
Disgust

The hurt's
Quickly brushed of the shirt
And blown throughout my home

And personal sanctuary
Then placed in the cemetery
Barely back from the wake of the buried

But the sight of vacant eyes will never scare me
My daily walks amongst the living dead have well prepared me
And rarely do I encounter a character who can counter my theories

Lately I live the life of a loner and let none near me
Clearly these people ponder a way to author their slaughter
Slit wrists

Colorless in bath water

Yeah the clock doesn't stop a single tick

When the soul and its rotting flesh split
And the former slips away
While the later half basks in decay

The day starts as the sunrays embark
On their routine excursion illuminating the dark
And all the fiendish perversions in which we take part

Along with all the beauty and the bliss
On this slowly turning granite balanced on it's slanted axis
Consider the magnificence of we're given access

Desire and action
The key to unlock the unknown
Spaces on this atlas

And within these fleshy cages
Before our own collapses and succumbs
Let these pages which are ageless carry with them what we've practiced