Kind of awkward I guess you could say?
Destroying my tarnished soul.
Attacking it from the outside to in.
Jabbing at the anger within.
Stretching apart the immortalities it creates again.
Letting the inexistence become real again.
Clawing out the unwanted sins.
Your existence coming to an abrupt end.
The mercy from it all sinking within.
Knotting up the vessels you carry.
Cutting open the wary.
Slicing through the veins of insanity.
Gluing together the voices of immortality.
Ripping apart all of your fresh actualities.
The children seeing the new friend.
Reaching for it as it glides into them.
Possession taking place inside them.
Resurrection becoming true once again.
Lyrical meaning showing them the new attack.
Burning though them as they run at the fresh meat.
Diluting them so they can feed again.
The apocalypse taking place.
Flooding of crimson invading this space.
Chirping of locus fighting for their rights.
Sinking of flesh here again tonight.
As we fight.