A Decaying Corpse Is a Work of Art

Put you on the altar carve a sigil into your chest My work here is done the universe will take care of the rest The mind has been restricted by a prison that's made out of flesh Knowledge is not forbidden it is just something that you all neglect I cast a hex to self protect I have been blessed by Baphomet Psychedelics magic sex My face is a mask of death Talismans of human bones Hang from ropes around my home My only friend are made of smoke In ancient spirits I invoke They tell me Come and rot with me Come and rot with me Come and rot with me Come and rot with me Make a circle of salt and I step inside of it I covet the things that I hate and I love it I stare at the floor as I hover above Embarrassed by all of the things that I wasn't F*ck the world they never cared Nobody was ever there Percocets and Everclear I know the end is drawing near Rotting mind rotting body I'ma corpse I'ma zombie The grave is the only thing that ever really seems to want me Taunting me haunting me I know it's where I want to be It's calling me telling me Darby please come and rot with me