I will remain always, in this cruel haze of light and blood.
And I am sorry that I have to speak - to let these words fall away from the wounds in me.

Hah... well... wounds? No. Just mirrors, I think. Reflections in cooling blood.
Silhouettes of the pains I have borne upon others;
Those whose souls I have cast upon my own. Those souls that steal the sleep from me...

And so I must bear to you a heart of stone,
And remain always in my own cruel haze of light and blood.

In despair, heads have bowed to broken bone
With septic arms to choke the sun

Dragging blunted blades across never healing sores

Hush now, young child, close your eyes and swallow the locusts
To mar the shaking hand and turn the heart to stone

Bare this heart of stone,
Lay still in this bondage, forever?
Bare this heart of stone,
Lay still in despondence, forever?

Destined for depths deeper, darker than thoughts
Tongues of black flame lick wounds to wrought

Pray for acid rain
Pray for death
And I will wait for desolation
Feral contagion
Famine to sweep us from repose

Spit venom atop the harvest
And cursed the one the sun dissolves

Dissolve the wasted tears of the world
A world in destitution

In mourning, hatred, aching,
The heartache, ruin, bloodshed

To rape the feeble thought there's hope in her weeping

No empathy will grace the wounded souls
No love shall fall from cracked maws

With teeth to lacerate
Auspicious groaning sores
Time heals, no scars

No light will penetrate
To fuck the shimmer from her eyes
Und ins her final place
Her weeping shadow, in which to copulate,

Such fucking waste of life, oozing, diluting light
Ejaculate the agony

Her blood, everywhere in this fucking room
Deprived of any affection, just filthy infections

Hopeless bloody weeping
Lifeless bottom feeding

Bound by sufferance