Sloth - Intellectual

Waiting for the demons to come

Slowly I am decaying from the inside

My body feels like a living stone

As I try to fucking move

I am paralyzed from my body and I can’t fucking move

The shadows creep in slowly but it seems like they will never move

Slithering in through the cracks and into my deepest thoughts

Hypnotized by serpent eyes

I can hear the demons calling

Through the acts of judgment

Ends your fucking life

Embracing the blood file skies

Like a sloth I move thought time

Every second feels like eternity

Rеliving each horrid thing I’ve seen

Slowly losing percеption of time

Stuck within an illusion

Stuck within, with in time

Why must time repeat it self