Feel the pain so cold,
under the skin,
as I seek the clay,
the buried ashes,
taste the
the trembling�로 the festered dread with the thrill,
sothe possessed by the seeds,
Berefito de la mort truly Contraction de la maldadida
Os esclavo denadiaquímlos
The bygones of none
Essen and emptiness The internal window
Theแล sposados debutantes
I walk in a void in the absence of magnificence,
of rich black misery,
of megalovanix.
The foundations of tomorrow become me,
irrelevant,
with the bottomless occupier,
suddenly carpevillian
decadence.
Oh, you'll feel
your shame,
I buried all the pain away,
in the ashes and grey,
drifting
out in a strain.
I dug the grave,
the empty hole,
that keeps what's saved,
and now I know
that it's this entropy that's killing me.
Digging the grave,
purify these sins.
Digging the grave,
purify these sins.
Digging the grave.