Conceptions of anguish freely roam and within my mind they've found a home purging all felicitous sights your pernicious black openly invites sadness reigns and I obey darkness smothers my everyday trying to cease the perpetual grief and for the torment I face... where is the relief? Laying... I dream of emptiness feeling... the solitude dying... my silence is filth growing... now changes have ensued now I become stronger I take this pain no longer and now that I have grown I feel you must die alone now you know how it feels choke on your false ideals lacking all common sense suffocate in your ignorance and you think i'm hate and you think i'm pain but I am your heart, your soul and I control your brain ...your brain you're amongst the weakest of men and you must not rise again you're amongst the filth I despise and you'll be the first one who dies ...who dies... who dies as you weaken, as you fall, as I gain control as you bleed, as you die, as I become whole traveling your path of forever in ruin I receive my creations in your moment of dying your forsaken in this solemn world the ecstacies of mourning to watch you suffer... why do you want to fuck with me? You don't want to fuck with me, why do you want to fuck with me? You don't want to fuck with me. Without mercy... you'll wish it a dream that it'll soon fade away but it will haunt you each and every day no more shall I receive your rage. Life is not certain, life is not certain death is... death is... death is...
