Coils of Inane Comatose Lyrics

Born out of the most bizarre of wombs
I lie embalmed in my own blood
Capturing the illusion of what is supposed to be life

Can it be heard or perceived when approaching?
(Because) It can be stopped when fate already has been determined to coils of inane coma
(Believing in fate or not. It believes in you)

Reduced to rotting on a corpse upon another
Seduced to climb the filth to smother
They were already dead so why bother?
Feed them to themselves

Soon I will be so far gone beyond
Dead by my own hand I won't even participate in my own funeral

"Are you ready for the night?
Ready to face and feel it crumble life a beast engulfed by forest-damnation
Parched for isolation maltreat and nearly deceased
Lie still"

Now I know what has demolished me through all these years
I was never meant for submission to the living
I was never really meant for birth. But rebirth

As the last vein is being cut a silent shrick secludes this dying wreck