You The Mind Afire

Unrelenting, never subsiding Never will it cease The Architect of my pain I'm nothing if my torture's in vain Fear and loathing with no cause A damaged soul wrapped in gauze No injury of which to speak Just a putrefied reek The Underground Beckons again Violent release Pacification Regurgitation Incineration The Meat is tepid The Mind is afire Thoughts of release Thoughts of desire Intentions are good But the weakness of will Is the only disgrace Man of sorrows I will be, No peace... Meaningless trials of dissent Covered in sores of lament Water to wine Fermented grapes of wrath No remorse Or repent Fuck everything that it meant The Underground Beckons again Violent release Pacification Regurgitation Incineration The Meat is tepid The Mind is afire Thoughts of release Thoughts of desire Intentions are good But the weakness of will Is the only disgrace