These are the first words of my last words. They may not last long. This is my farewell from me. My farewell to me. . These fallen leaves of my life. Tell that I have to go.
Hidden deep in the Sumatran jungle. Lives the mystical titan arum. The natives call it bunga bangkai. A behemoth among all plants. Strange enough that years pass before it even flowers.
After final separation of the twelve tribes. The kingdom of Israel succumbed to idolatry. God's anger raged at King Ahab and his nation. For idolatry and persecution of his priests.
I'm sitting in this sleazy hotel room. Somewhere along the rocky road of doom. Looking back at my life and wondering what went wrong. Trying to turn these feelings into a song.
The smell of your breath, it makes me sick. Your naked body lying on the floor. I want to kill you but you did it yourself. You killed my innocence. You drunken fuck.
Underneath a darkened sky. Drifting through a sea of lies. Pulled into the undertow. My body dragged deep below. . This man came unto the sun. Senses changed evermore.
At the end of your rope, hanging by a thread. He'd give anything for this to just go away. His grip is only so strong, I try to hold on tightly. But it's all slipping through my fingers.
This is the only sin that you'll never dismiss. . With every beat. You pull me (got so caught up). It won't take long. Before all alibis. Will fall like stars on me.
Rip out my heart and put it on the table. Read my life in the blood. I am waiting to answer your suffering pleas. As deathly silence does curtail my remains.
erase the pictures from my mind. eliminate the presence of your kind. unloose the strings of instinct laws. just to fall into some other jaws. . in pounding afternoon I rise.
You're only but so is the desolate one. You're drowning but so was the first born son. I'll soak you in fire, fill your black holes. And free your soul.
Screams in the night woke the whole village up. Their cattle is getting attacked. The fences are broken and blood everywhere. Horses are lying there slack.
Crawling shadow. Nighttime abomination. Beyond daylight lurking. Hiding from the sun. . And he who mist breath. Is the ghost of my time. The soul of my kindred.
I know a thing or two about you,. You're bullshit attitude.. You're fucking weak and lemme tell you it shows right through.. You don't know shit about me or my friends,.
No more. I dont see it at all. And i feel. But only as you feel. Im focused. But done take it to mind. Im too weak. I need to idolize. This fixation is my frustration.
Every day we're slowly dying. The end is far to near. To reverse the past. And build again on. The devastated full of fear. . Falling forward to the end.
another conversation. trying to tear me down. face the mirror. face yourself.. never wanted to be a preacher. never judge but to myself. face the mirror..
I can see. I can the shift. Looks like year twelve really was a conscious lift. I can see. I can see the split. a schism in faith and flesh. I believe it, I believe it.