Lekuri - IV

A monolith of spiritual rot
Salvation of piss and shit
For the maggots all devouring
Built on famine
For a lifetime of disease Открыть страницу с текстом

Don't stop hallucinating
Reality is anorexia of dreams

In my head there is a prison
And perhaps if karma exists
I'll be birthed into this world again and again
Forced to live thousand lifetimes

All I feel is nausea Открыть страницу с текстом

Burial sites carefully picked to spite the dead
Buried face down
A map is carved into flesh
Good intention no more
Fills the bowels of the unborn
With the hatred of angels
And enough psychosis to last a hundred generations
They boil in utero
Birthed into graves
Carefully picked to spite the dead
Their stillborn bodies will salt the earth Открыть страницу с текстом

I don't need your help
I already helped myself
To a case of beer
To drown my sorrow
To end my fear
I don't need anyone
I'll do it on my own

I need to escape this cage inside my head Открыть страницу с текстом