Rotting From The Inside

It never happens all at once.
Slowly rot from inside as the facts come in.
Slowly die inside when the opinions start rolling in.

It never comes all at once.
Just sits dormant as it makes you sick.
Slowly becoming ill as the truth remains thick.

It never dies all at once.
Slowly losing it's breath as time passes.
Slowly losing its life as people forget.

Infinite Nausea

You did it before.
Now I'll do it again.
Race to the end of it all.
Before it has its great fall.

I can only look at you when you're not a disgrace.
Don't scare me away with your disgusting face.

There were times that it all was for nothing.
Now it means everything.
Count the days until we're dead.
Remember me from toe to head.

This is the last straw.
I am the one you saw.
Don't believe everything you hear or see.
In the end, there's nothing left to be.

Nausea plagues me when I'm unhappy.
Nausea gets me when I'm down.

Dead, While You're Alive

I died too early.
When I was just beginning my journey.
I wanted to escape the insanity.
But I got trapped in another reality.

Trapped by my own fear.
Death, it comes near.
As I wait for the end.
I smile for my friend.


We have no reason to feel guilty.
This is how we survive.

Because you're dead, while you're alive.

With Your Whore You Shall Die

Lay your weapon down

You've lost the war long ago

In an effort to disguise your weakness

You continued your fight

Now is the time for retribution

And all your sources are dead

Look beyond the power

And search for control

Look beyond the hate

And search for an answer

Time is running out

Soon the sun will purge you

And with your whore you shall die

Unnecessary Evil

I will make you suffer

A great joy I will feel like no other

I will kill your children and wife

All before I painfully end your life

I actually wish to see you cry

Beg for forgiveness, while I cut out your eye

You're so low you make me sick

You're mind probably smaller than your dick

Completely oblivious to my thoughts

You'll never untie those knots

Scream at the top of your lungs

Cry like an infant being hung

Regret the things you said

Too late because you'll be dead.

Zombie At The Window

I can see you looking at me

Such a pathetic being, is what I see

Staring from the window you're so naive

The presence you bring is nothing we need

The way you perceive yourself is such a joke

Your way with words, how badly you spoke

Nothing is going to save you now

But you got to find a way somehow

A cry for help a possibility

A pathetic attempt, is the reality

There's no excuse for your condition

A dead you is my perfect vision