No one is coming for you

An endless Hatred for the bliss the content

Relenquished dreams of eternal rest

Grasp your frail deeds withered roots and putrid seed

Look at me

Suckel away on a fucking fetid pigs tit

Soured strands hang

From the rot in which you slurp

Gorge your fucking maw full of shit

Page by page you rip and scream

Weak and putrid distored dream

Infected Branches Burn the Tree

Just Toss yourself into the flame

Squirming in silence

The feeble mind is breeding violence

Sow the seed

Tie the rope around your fucking neck

Silently strain for that last fucking breath

Rest comes swift to the weak

No one is coming for you

An endless Hatred of the bliss the content

Relenquished dreams of eternal rest

So fucking Weak and filled with sorrow

There is no heaven no hell and no tomorrow

No ones coming for you

No ones coming for you

No ones coming for you

The thing about a shark he's got lifeless eyes black eyes like a dolls eyes

But he comes at you but he doesn't seem to be living until he bites you

Then black eyes roll over white ocean turns red all the pounding and the hollering rip you to peices

I'll watch the flames singe your blackened flesh

You shriek and squeal as the pyre burns down with the rest

Of the mangled rotten bodies

What is it that you had believed?

Salvation or faith?

The withered roots will drag you down

To fathomless depth

Fade away in your own fucking filth