I found a place where nothing can touch me.
It seems so perfect,
so unbelievable.
Nothing affects me,
no wonder I shriek.
When I'm laying in my six foot hole.
What did I ever make of this * hell?
I crush my velocity.
I'm too much to look up at my face.
The efficacious potion.
I'll abuse it for some.
The antiseptic call.
It's brilliant and clear.
I'll regenerate back,
revitalize and connect to septic potion.
I read to do the chalice to drink again.
Enduring I taste so bitter.
Full of sweet disease.
It's virulence has corroded my soul.
So desperately begging for completion.
To yaw some inertial respect.
Breaking the existence inside.
Hull shell.
One who comes face to face with their own depletion.
When did my empathy become this * hell?
This paradise,
coming under the brush.
So yaw some aware,
it's a panacea.
I crush my velocity.
I'm too much to look up at my face.
The efficacious potion.
I'll abuse it for some.
The antiseptic call.
It's brilliant and clear.
I'll regenerate back,
revitalize and connect to septic potion.
I'm too much to look up at my face.
This paradise,
coming under the brush.
I found a place where nothing can touch me.
When my strenght has spanned for days.
It seems so perfect,
so unbelievable.
When I'm reveling in sin.
Nothing affects me.
No one can rush me.
When my strenght has spanned for days.
When I'm laying in my six foot fall.
When did my every day become this * hell?