The crux of my life seems to culminate
Rotting in a cell crippled by disease unknown
My sins only grow as I become clear
All of myself drawn fallacies have come to be true blind to actuality my mind is unknown
Falling from this throne of septic filth I will dine in the grace of my victims
Too foolish to see through my bloodshot eyes
A cripple held high yet drowning at sea I can feel my blood begin to boil
Having been too far gone from what keeps me alive
I will seduce you to consume you I am diseased blindly guided blindly by nothing
Visionless I can no longer sustain this life
Falling out of touch with reality crippled by anxieties that will take me slow
Kicking out this chair form beneath my feet running out of breathe how can this be
I am dying I am dying