Cold seems crippling lame meander through corridors aromas thick
with age mark off the day reflections of my life are fading
Pull me out of body dont want it dont want in,
Feeble frail and rotting descending Im lost in,
A structure thats collapsing dont want it cast into,
Maker take the body dont want 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 dont want it dont want in,
Feeble frail and rotting descending Im lost in,
A structure thats collapsing dont want it cast into,
Maker take the body dont want 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
Im 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 whats waiting
for me
On the other side the time has come lock and load Im coming Im
coming Im coming Im coming home
Pull me out of body dont want it dont want in,
Pull me out of body dont want it dont want in,
Pull me out of body dont want it dont want in,
Feeble frail and rotting descending Im lost in,
A structure thats collapsing descending dont want it,
Maker take the body dont want it wants me,
Pull me out of body dont want it dont want in,
Feeble frail and rotting descending Im lost in,
A structure thats collapsing descending dont want it,
Maker take the body dont want 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 purgatorys bay
I asked a god for poison cradle me sown to my dreams souls searching
death blossoms where clouds lie over me held in gods hands death
blooming
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.
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