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Grave insomnia has now obtained my strung-out mind
Robbed of the one place that gives me solitude from them
I must now face the perfected madness
That will eat me as I'm slowly turning into what I dread
Deprived of sight
My introverted eyes guides my awake steps into sinfulness
Profane is the soul purpose here
I know it and still I let my inner steer me
I am becoming the infestation
Now it's clear what I intend to do
As I reach the house of god
I'll take and keep my price forever
Render my prey as I descend, render my prey
Web of cords stretched from heel to throat
With iron ropes I strap him down and hard
The blood in my palms shimmers with the rust
Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come
Dragged out from his abode
A robe of the fallen now bestowed
Useless struggling for it's not my mind that drives my actions
It is clearly a non-human authority
Candles of a thousand not lit by hands of man
In my blinded darkness, lights my depraved path
Where's my solace
This deed gave me no fractions of inner peace
Although I know I have him alive
A purpose I dear not quest for nor implement
Through serpent eyes I watch my hands do carnal damage
As they hung him up, swinging from the ceiling upside down
Render my prey as I descend, render my prey
Web of cords stretched from heel to throat
With iron ropes I strap him down and hard
The blood in my palms shimmers with the rust
Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come
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