Album: Take A Free Peek Into A Potencially Diseased Mind...

Freedom

I feel so alone
I'm trapped in this tomb of sorrow
Embalmed in my solitude I wither
Embalmed in my solitude I wither eternally.
Lurching,
Searching Forever they search.
Lusting,
clawing My lifeblood they lust.
Offal and fetor
My bread and my wine
Beetles confuse me
They see through my eyes
I am one with the world
For my conscience is lost,
Enlightenment guides me through bloody days Cost.