Dead Soul

By Decayer

On Pestilence

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Self ridden of this pain of feeling so alone

Growing older, just a snake to the ones who have given you a home

The blood flows cold

You must be a dead soul

The blood flows cold

You must be a dead soul

These maturities are masked by insecurities

What lies beneath is a broken person

Claiming to be an idol of worship

Your actions have consequence in death

Creating a broken path

These chains of events, is a chain of regrets

What will make this all end?

Swallow the pill you call pride

Holding your breath for the rest of your life

Sinking your fangs

Into the ones not to blame

Damn, it's a shame

How does one be so vein

Your demise of a short lived life

The barriers remain centered at the fault line

So read between the lines

While you find solace in your mind

You can't stop this fucking wave

As you watch the eyes roll back into their head

Traitor, live life and conquer

Demoralized, you're the common survivor

Draw blood, now continue to climb

Your running out of time

Sinking your fangs

Into the ones not to blame

Damn its a shame

How does one be so vein

Your demise of a short lived life

The barriers remain centered at the fault line

So read between the lines

When you find solace in your mind

Self ridden of this pain of feelings so alone

Growing older, just a snake to the ones who have given you a home

The blood flows cold

You must be a dead soul

The blood flows cold

You must be a dead soul