Gnashing of Teeth

I dream only of a dark sky. I pray the ravens fly I feel it in my skin, the cold, crack and bitter I dream often of death, I pray only for peace Yes life, the divine gift of decay What a foul fucking place What a wretched fucking world This deformed cognition, diseased and rotten Atrophic and lifeless, corrosive and dead Catatonic and cathartic Now you listen to every word I say! This deformed cognition, diseased and rotten The Gnashing of teeth, the Grinding of bone The hate flows freely, frustration binds my soul Hear My Words! I offer no shelter, I am not a fucking slave I walk toward the great abyss And the infinite obscurity becomes my grave! Gnashing of teeth, grinding of bones