Congestive Art-Failure

Emaciated figure appears in the grave yard
A forest a vision burn liquid fire so clear
The black emptiness tranquility
Filth of once past purity

Your lack of emotion your black-hearted soul obsessed with rage
Your suffering your pain to live to deceive the lies
Shallow hallow fate scabs of despair
Fall you gluttonous thief envy the weakness conquest is game
Strike fear in all the dank fulfiled hollow fate despair

The burning in my eyes squeeze the life out of this one
You will fall you fking prick
We've seen those who just fall away just fall away

Emaciated figure appears in the grave yard
A forest a vision burn liquid fire so clear
The black emptiness tranquility
Filth of once past purity