• Dissassociation clouded in the fog of reality
    Closing fast is the seperation of rendered flesh
    Haunted by inner demons we wonder why
    Somehow consoling ourselves with a ficticious vow.

    It is when we sleep awake that we see fallicy
    Consoling the lives lost with egnimatic death
    The sorrow of sins for foriegn soil we lie
    Hoping that here we can attone our souls somehow.

    Live, lost, lust three things we entangle with fallicy
    One day sins of lifes lost to past will catch up
    Hopefully black sin is worth the carnal sorrow
    If not, the future wrought in our past will burn out tomorrow.