I lay flat on the marble slab that you carved for me in my absence. Returning home to the cold and damp.
(A sadistic tomb to rot...)
Giving my limbs to the numbness, the warm embrace of my blood starts to fade.
I close my eyes, assimilate in the darkness. If Hell is real well, I think I found it here. Wither alone while Atropos extends her pale hand, caressing my throat as she drives the knife in.
Refusing to break skin, my body betrays me. Oh God, can you hear this? My folded hands, they tremble in fear that I'll wake up again and the world will still be here. I beg for it to end.
F*ck. I feel her again, crawling on the floor in my room. Her voice echoing in my head, I hear her whisper "a sadistic f*cking tomb to rot in" I wander in to the cold and damp.
I close my eyes, assimilate in the darkness. If Hell is real well, I think I found it here. Wither alone while Atropos extends her pale hand, caressing my throat as she drives the knife in.
Giving my limbs to the numbness, the warm embrace of my blood starts to fade. I wither alone in this haven, losing every piece of myself that made me what I am.
I lay flat on the marble slab that you carved for me in my absence. Returning home to the cold and damp, a sadistic tomb to rot in.
I follow the path, familiar footsteps lead me deeper and deeper again. It swallows me whole, returning home to the cold and damp.
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I lay flat on the marble slab that you carved for me in my absence. Returning home to the cold and damp.
(A sadistic tomb to rot...)
Giving my limbs to the numbness, the warm embrace of my blood starts to fade.
I close my eyes, assimilate in the darkness. If Hell is real well, I think I found it here. Wither alone while Atropos extends her pale hand, caressing my throat as she drives the knife in.
Refusing to break skin, my body betrays me. Oh God, can you hear this? My folded hands, they tremble in fear that I'll wake up again and the world will still be here. I beg for it to end.
F*ck. I feel her again, crawling on the floor in my room. Her voice echoing in my head, I hear her whisper "a sadistic f*cking tomb to rot in" I wander in to the cold and damp.
I close my eyes, assimilate in the darkness. If Hell is real well, I think I found it here. Wither alone while Atropos extends her pale hand, caressing my throat as she drives the knife in.
Giving my limbs to the numbness, the warm embrace of my blood starts to fade. I wither alone in this haven, losing every piece of myself that made me what I am.
I lay flat on the marble slab that you carved for me in my absence. Returning home to the cold and damp, a sadistic tomb to rot in.
I follow the path, familiar footsteps lead me deeper and deeper again. It swallows me whole, returning home to the cold and damp.
(A sadistic tomb to rot...)
Giving my limbs to the numbness, the warm embrace of my blood starts to fade.
I close my eyes, assimilate in the darkness. If Hell is real well, I think I found it here. Wither alone while Atropos extends her pale hand, caressing my throat as she drives the knife in.
Refusing to break skin, my body betrays me. Oh God, can you hear this? My folded hands, they tremble in fear that I'll wake up again and the world will still be here. I beg for it to end.
F*ck. I feel her again, crawling on the floor in my room. Her voice echoing in my head, I hear her whisper "a sadistic f*cking tomb to rot in" I wander in to the cold and damp.
I close my eyes, assimilate in the darkness. If Hell is real well, I think I found it here. Wither alone while Atropos extends her pale hand, caressing my throat as she drives the knife in.
Giving my limbs to the numbness, the warm embrace of my blood starts to fade. I wither alone in this haven, losing every piece of myself that made me what I am.
I lay flat on the marble slab that you carved for me in my absence. Returning home to the cold and damp, a sadistic tomb to rot in.
I follow the path, familiar footsteps lead me deeper and deeper again. It swallows me whole, returning home to the cold and damp.