My Bitter End Comfortable With Corpses
In feeling comfortable with corpses and admiring, their conventional lifestyle, because it isn't mine
And now they'll feel, and now you'll feel
I hope to never feel your cold and lifeless grip upon me
For this I've prayed. I'm left unanswered
With light leaking out towards, wraps around the night and finally, I will witness your dismantling
I will. And so we plea with horror
This will be. So we leave in horror. This will be
As I, as I remember please do let this blood poor slowly down
And in the format of slaughter. Dressed in their finest and ready for war, he who believes they should suffer
What have you done to become something I'm not? And I'll never be
This horror is for real, and in the final phased infection, slowly will bring you to your knees
Horror. And you'll feed off this
Through all I'm alone. I'm alone. Now die alone. Through all
I'm alone. I'm alone
