This Misery is Gourmet

Father, forgive me for I have sinned Always ablaze, never escaped The clock rewinds every time I close my eyes To shed its skin, the spider has to compromise Release the antiquated means, they're just for me The spells they come and go But before the river flows it has to rain It has to rain This misery's gourmet, big-ups to the chef It's a debt you can't repay Chameleon, Ophelia, This really ain't my day. This really ain't my day. Vampires descend on the carrion My chest agape, now lie in wait The game begins, the one that I never win Because I play against the seraphim. Defeated, depleted I can't accept, the crucifix, the heretics, I just can't watch it die Or let sleeping dogs lie This misery's gourmet, big-ups to the chef It's a debt you can't repay Chameleon, Ophelia, This really ain't my day This really ain't my day I know it sounds cliche, but it's hard to say: 'I get carried away,' A tragedy, Catastrophe, I just can't watch it die This misery's gourmet, big ups to the chef It's a debt you can't repay Chameleon, Ophelia, This really ain't my day This really ain't my day