The stench of my own slow decay In the abyss below, in this disarray Maggots feasting on my hollow shell This place is my own, an inescapable hell To my rotten hope, a final, silent breath My only fxxking solace is the certainty of death A crack in the static A phantom breath upon my skin On the brink of madness A new torment must begin DRAG ME FROM THE DIRT, TEAR ME FROM THIS GRAVE! YOUR VOICE, A SHARD OF GLASS, THE ONLY THING I CRAVE! THROUGH THE BLOOD I SPIT, I REFUSE TO BE A SLAVE! THIS VIOLENT REBIRTH IS THE BOND YOU fxxkING GAVE! Peeling back the skin to see the rot that lies beneath In my rusted vision, a thorny, bloody wreath Every scar that's forming, a grotesque masterpiece Only this carving pain is my one and only peace This mangled flesh is proof that I can still feel pain Your presence is the poison that obliterates the rain CRAWL! DEVOUR ALL THIS FILTH AND DECAY! BLEED! REGENERATE AND REBUILD MY SKIN! RISE! I AM THE MONSTER YOU CREATED! This is not a bond of light, but of shared, endless night Two broken souls, crawling from the pit, devoid of sight You were there… in the darkness, a reflection of my spite I was there… and that was all we needed for the fight DRAG ME FROM THE DIRT, TEAR ME FROM THIS GRAVE! YOUR VOICE, A SHARD OF GLASS, THE ONLY THING I CRAVE! THROUGH THE BLOOD I SPIT, I WILL NOT BE A SLAVE! THIS VIOLENT REBIRTH IS THE BOND YOU fxxkING GAVE!
