Bottom (Of the Ninth)

Strongly impotent Back to self depend I can feel the blisters Screeching through my skull I will make amends With everything that I am Hear my joints break as I try to run Out of breath, my legs stand still frozen in fear Silhouette, a statue once was here "A place there is below, From Beelzebub as far Receding as the tomb extends" Don't want to read any further Cause it's so similar To the feeling when my sun descends Out of breath, my legs stand still frozen in fear Silhouette, a statue once was here Hairs rose up, the rotten mist rolled off my spine Paintings done, the starry palette glows all mine I'm growing I'm just roaming I'm cutting the nerves I'm in You can't imagine The satisfaction Of carving a solemn grin