Fiendish Malice

Eating at the back of my eyes while I lay in a bed of nails
Screaming imagery
I can't find a home for the black light in my mind

I can't even open my eyes
I'm sick of being awake
Drown the sorrows of a sudden wound
I'm a little depressed, repressed and obsessed
Convoluted walls painted with regrets

Medicated madness
Hysterical delusions
Watching my father spread more pollutions
Closing any entry from an outer perspective
Losing perception as we end up misdirected

Losing a home
A constant reminder to be alone
I've already begged to clean my sins
God isn't here to see me cut my skin thin
Whispers of a new day
Light beckons thoughts where we lay
Embedded in an old effort
Execution pleasure

We've been blessed, with foresight of a new day
Deathmask of a sinner the delusions of preaching worthless phrases
Slithering into my skin
The first messiahs words altering the flesh with sin
White noise inside my head, angry and persistent listening to all these reasons I have
To perceive my past without a single sin
Strike me down and teach me hate so that I won't regret my past

Worshipping the pictures of my mind

I must confess, I am sadistic and obviously depressed
Utter stupidity, breeding violence with my own putridity
Save me
Ringing constantly inside my head