Disturbed by phantom pains, a long forgotten feeling

Pulls at your heart strings

Once they begin to snap

Spit in my eye and call me a whore

Eight hours of sleep is no replacement for

Well made weaponry or your teeth and claws

Just close your eyes

Pretend you’re somewhere nice

I have become the anti

Brother to the cold

Breaker of the mold

And you have taken the weakness

Contracted the sickness

That’s somehow more vicious

Than wolves like me

Feeble is the word you speak your philosophy

So tongue and cheek

Within this dark hour you'll bleed just like me

If you deny your hunger pains surely you will

Go insane so let’s get to business and paint the walls red

You can’t resist it any more it’s scratching

At your chamber door so break the latch and let it in

To crawl beneath your paper skin

The rage provides a hand to guide

The pain reminds you that you’re alive breaks through

The numbness in this nerve damaged world as we all

Watch it burn cattle led to the slaughter baby I’m your martyr

Let’s play

Apathy! it’s not my style

I’d much rather die on my feet

But now I’m slipping into your nightmare

And I’m craving

Your awful disease

Blinding lights cut out my eyes unsure if I should laugh or cry

I can’t stop shaking but it feels so warm

Drunk on my own

Arrogance I’m flying with the seraphims but I’m not so convinced that

This rooms not on fire so I

Retreat! back to! the freezing night

I was almost bested by gravity, somehow I exist in this reality

I'll navigate the holes in morality never to live in fear of my mortality

Instead I'll charge the field with my sword drawn, poised to fuck the

Great whore of babylon, my blade invokes the cry of her siren

Song, now I've had the best! how do I move on?

If my axe was broad enough

If the blade was sharp enough

If all the cities had just one throat

Than I could mercy kill the world

The stars! the moon, the sun! the false gods

And the wolves just like me

What have we become? sentient, evil bipedal scum

As you comfort me! with your warm guiding hands

You profess to me your love although! you can’t heal my faith

You can’t feel my hate so don’t try