["Expelled, but never again in this body I will hold", was his words as he breathed on my lump of a soul.
From the plains of
anger he has come, still hosting the virus from the thick sludge.
The black dust, robber of the soul, killer of the spirit.]
No
lust
No will
I vomit the soul
Regurgitate the spirits here
Empty shells, the hammer click
So, I reload and try again...
again
In the mud, and down the drain
I spew the crippled out
I inhale and I reject
I reload and I try again
I can not cope,
I do not see... the voices never stop
I don't feel, I've got no lust, I'll carve you out of me
There is a silhouette on the
horizon
Circles and points of view
There is something wrong and vile inside
Satan, guide this bullet right!
Houses of
humans flicker by
Satations on the f*****g line
Fast-forward and flat
Chuckle, cackle and crack
Eyes are bulging in the
head
Feelings unreal and spirits dead
No meaning to it all
Hear them calling...
Depraved, Deranged, Depraved
I breathe the
black dust deep inside
I must transform again
Another angle to this life
It just consumes me
Border walking every hour
I've
seen it coming
No lust, no will, no life
Isolation is complete
