Withering in self-inflicted disease, dense as the fog mind's eye.
Visions of failing geists, faltering. Inside a tomb of pills.
Skin cavern's burden of future miscarriage.
Unnatural features illuminated.
A Flawed and ill-conceived unknown creatures.
This world is an abortion
where all paths lead to god.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
