A Creeping Dose

Hell rains upon me

With the reigns of atomic end

It doesn’t matter what I believe

Cause in the end it’s all about the means

This winds are no longer safe for breathing

They convey the fatal blow

But a vessel that special delivers

Poisson they’re flowing straight into my lungs

I should have know that it would end this way

But I was locked up shut down

Shoving it all away

I was in denial

And now know you’re all guilty too

You’re fucking guilty too

There’s a sickness in my body

Every pore aperture an avenue

For the life to escape it’s host

Everything I touch I leave my husk behind

Empty bones and undertones of fumes

That sear my soul I’ll repair these tarred lungs

With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue

I’m too sick to move

I’m too weak to make it through

The soil I lay upon has been polluted

With a truth

And I’m too sick to move

Arms made of lead along with a shortness

Of breath brought on by armies of dead men

With no sense of regret

There’s a sickness in my body

Every pore aperture an avenue

For the life to escape it’s host

Everything I touch I leave my husk behind

Empty bones and undertones of fumes

That sear my soul I’ll repair these tarred lungs

With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue

Now my lungs are failed with a creeping dose of

Bitter disgust for the world I used to trust

The World has yet to see what can truly be unleashed

When you fuck with the intercontinental travesty