2nd And Archer - Bloody Shovel

God has failed me
Enter a world of eternal suffering
The tales of old shed some light on unspoken truths
The mind's eye descends death into oblivion withholding answers to existence
I've still convinced myself that dead is not truly a means to an end
Ever enchanted by the rebirth of this withered flesh.
Stitching together a construct of my own definition.
Abhorrent creations bask in the moonlight, Staring up to the heavens.
It soon became apparent the rotting flesh tells only lies.
A fresh host required, absolved of life's immoral ties
She drowned her sorrows in spirits I relieved her
Put my gun against her head and blew her brains to the ceiling.
Where do I go from here
Misery loves company and home is all I know
So hung below the flickering glow
Memories drip from your head to the floor.
Peeling back the derma
Exposing your true form
Disembowel the carcass
Through the rest back to the dirt and ROT
Her lifeless eyes stare back into my soul, searching for love
And now you soon will become food for the worms, inside and out
Let heresy be the cost of my own damnation.
Crouched amongst the entrails in a half-lit room
sifting through the future on floorboards laid in ruin.
In the blood that bonds us to an untimely grave
Alluding predestined salvation in a twist of fate
I see the omnipresent destiny manifesting through eyes of the dead
Holding on to the clarity provided by heretic text sealed in time, til the end.
Enter a world of eternal suffering
The tales of old shed some light on unspoken truths
The mind's eye descends death into oblivion withholding answers to existence
Withholding answers
Sifting through the lies
We are construct to our own demise.