Bed of nails, this coffin has learned to undress itself. My finger scrapes the dust out of my eyes.
I look into the window to see where my desires lay.
Poor empathetic fool. You know not what you desire. You lust after the silhouettes of hopelessness just to feel better.
You leave a bitter taste in a cave of the unfulfilled. And your grin is twisted.
Blacked out and broken down, your end is now my dream.
Twisted and crooked, lusting after my being. Breathing ever so slowly, I tremble under your presence.
My skin becoming pale is the commencement of my turning. I am sickened. I am a crooked man.
I am sickened. I am a broken man.
A broken man.
We hang at the neck of a tree above our grave. This is where we belong.
released November 10, 2015
Mixed and mastered at Third Eye Studios by Zach Sebastian
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