Album: Subconscious Dissolution Into the Continuum

'Tis but a fucking grey day for me now
One that I care not to meet
Wherefore is this grey fucking day
That I should sit in here now?
Now of all times
For all times have been now
Until they became then
And it grates upon these very nerves
That move my body amongst the living
As they seethe
Shaking their anger throughout my bones… as if to escape…
Such a need to explode
For this time ticks slowly
Through this, the greyest of all days
Waiting for now to become then
And it tears me apart
But I cannot escape this terrible pain
Ripping, devouring the bones within my flesh
Draining my life’s blood
And wherefore is this fucking grey day
That I should sit in here again?
And what?
What fucking tale to tell now?
Of tears uncried?
Only the sweat of writhing agony
The eyes shed no tears…
For a mind gone insane…

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