Typhus - Of Bones and Dust

Blot out the sun
Submit my body to lacerations
I hope a chance to dream
A chance for me finally to see
The door close, a mess of entrails

How many tries does it take
To finally reap my sorrow

And to finally end this pain

Nothing works, nothing satisfies
The urge to feed this
It’s like a truth that is killing me, from inside out

The syringe is cleansing the nightfall beauty
Cut the grace out of everything
A life of teasing a touch so real
The blood’s proof It’s not God that you feel

A life that has ripened through suffering
For maybe a chance to lay beneath the cause

This was not the life that I wanted
But it’s everything I have worked on so far

Now life has meaning
The light has faded black
Swiftly breathing

Nothing can be stopped
Nothing works, nothing satisfies
The urge to feed this
I’ve lost myself in the fire

Can you feel this hell I’ve lived in
When I’ve killed my creator
Theres nothing for me left here I’ll stand
Waiting for my own judgement
What a sorry fucking life

Can you feel why I love this
This twisting, wrenching fate
It’s not me, It’s not you
It’s my god telling the truth