Resurrection #9 Lyrics

Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past. Obfuscates the self mind, ripped it away. Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun god. I think not, serpent get thee behind me. Eradicated your somnambulant enigma. This field has lain fallow, won't erode, won't soak up the sediment from your poisoned mind. No, I won't soak up your misery, won't soak up your weakness, won't soak up your ba**lity. Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what you're done. Taste the frost, you chose your own death you know that you choose well. I hate myself but not as much as I hate you. Tear yourself down.