A Creeping Dose

Hell rains upon me

With the reigns of atomic end

It doesn’t matter what I believe

Cause in the end it’s all about the means

These winds are no longer safe for breathing

They convey the fatal blow

But a vessel that special delivers its poisons,

They’re flowing straight into my lungs

I should have know that it would end this way

But I was locked up, shut down, shoving it all away

I was in denial

And now know you’re all guilty too

You’re all fucking guilty

There’s a sickness in my body

Every pore, every aperture, an avenue

For the life to escape it's host

Everything I touch I leave my husk behind

Empty bones and undertones of fumes that sear my soul,

I’ll repair these tattered lungs

With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue

I’m too sick to move

I’m too weak to make it through

The soil I lay upon has been polluted with the truth

And I’m too sick to move

Arms made of lead along with a shortness of breath,

Brought on by armies of dead men

With no sense of regret

There’s a sickness in my body

Every pore, every aperture, an avenue

For the life to escape it's host

Everything I touch I leave my husk behind

Empty bones and undertones of fumes that sear my soul,

I’ll repair these tattered lungs

With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue

Now my lungs, are filled with a creeping dose of

Bitter disgust, for the world I used to trust

The world has yet to see, what can truly be unleashed

When you fuck with the, intercontinental travesty