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 banality
Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what you've 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