Suffering Bastard

Lyrics

Shorn of apocryphal pride The locks falls predicting strife Cranium exposed Denial of aesthetic Push it to severance All of this burnt to ashes All of this torn to rags I don't know what the fuck have I become? Synapses snapping mortality decimated Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into overdrive Realizing it's murder, murder, murder of self so clean I don't know what the fuck have I become? Hand reaches out, desecrates impunity Ripping away foundation's identity Replacing with shame Transgression mythologized Indiscretions immortalized Anger inflamed with dry rot Pushing towards severance What a bloody mess Visiting dark sites unknown Grief lands like a ton of brick All of this burnt to ashes All of this torn to rags