Black Tongue - Purgatory

Behold my pain

My soul is rotting away

I feel a little more crumble every day

The will to live or to breathe has gone

I've grown used to the stench of decay

I pull the nails out of my hands and feet

Try to move but the wounds still weep

And even if I can get rid of them

I'll still be crucified in the morning

My soul is rotting away

I live in purgatory

Purgatory endlessly repeating

Tormenting me

It won’t end 'till I stop breathing

There's a man living inside my head

He has my voice

But I never used to think the way he tells me I did

There's a man living inside my head

And he talks to me in the dead of night

Lying in my bed

And he says in my own voice

"You wish you were dead."

And I’m starting to believe what he says

I wish I were dead

Behold my pain

Driven by a force past comprehension to a state of abject fear

Torn from conception

Birth

A perfect contradiction

Welcome death

Die before life begins