The intellect steadily dissolves from its slumber awakening from the sounds of weeping hallucinations running and trickling down the neck and onto the lap of a now subdued man fingers tremble at the mere simple thought of the present lifestyle a life entangled and smothered in isolated rejection only to awaken in a pond of depressing notions and ideals submerged in flawed conclusions
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
