Suffering Bastard

Shorn of apocryphal pride

The locks falls predicting strife

Cranium exposed

Denial of aesthetic



Push it [Incomprehensible]

All of this burnt to ashes

All of this torn to rags



I don't know what the fuck have I become?

Synapses snapping mortality decimated

Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into overdrive

Realizing it's murder, murder, murder of self so clean



I don't know what the fuck have I become?

Hand reaches out, desecrates impunity

Ripping away foundation's identity

Replacing with shame



Transgression mythologized

Indiscretions immortalized



Anger inflamed with dry rot

Pushing towards severance

What a bloody mess

Visiting dark sites unknown



Grief lands like a ton of brick

All of this burnt to ashes

All of this torn to rags