Chhinnamasta By The Acacia Strain
I can’t *** breathe
The grass is all dead, but I’m choking on the weeds
Fruit decaying in the trees
Rotting branches swaying gently in the breeze
Drain me of my sanity
I can’t *** breathe
Pray for me
I can’t *** breathe
We
Are
Drowning in the lake
We
Are
Drowning in the lake
A hovering wasteland devoid of time
A cancer magnet breaking down reality
We are rotting hopelessly unaware of our nonexistence
Drain me of my sanity
I can’t *** breathe
Pray for me
I can’t *** breathe
I never made a promise I could keep
I close my eyes and pretend to sleep
We’re only biding our time
Barely clinging to life
I’m *** dying inside (I’m *** dying inside)
Pray for me
A gaping wound
Bleeding darkness into absolution
Infecting actuality
Living a constant painless death
A collection of husking corpses
Destined to stride along in eternal ignorance