Self Damnation

Grinding agony, The rotten cross I entrench my heels, In shifting sands My soul is sickly, So be it with you For we share, Our bloodied lifeline Were on a journey, Floating long and lone Knowing none, but our vessel I entrust, The law of the land And spit on your, Fated disposition I know no other, Who stands before That which I see, With my very eyes Polluted deltas, Ravaged streams Slitting our own fucking throats My soul is sickly, So be it with you For we share, Our bloodied lifeline We're on a stone, Flying through space We are truly nothing Listen closely, The crunching of bones The gnashing of ligaments, The splitting of peaks Garden of rust, Temple of excess Well of the lost and deeply insane Arc of illusion, Cavern of faith The walls come crumbling to the ground The windows shatter, The pillars bend As we flee our, Cathedral of waste