I AM BECOME DEATH DEATH

How can I escape,
The tyranny of the past?
The sweat I've toiled in this,
Made muck sure mire fast,
Cheated of feature from dissembling nature,
I'll sink but I'll drown these rats
But with each tendon clenched,
I'm going under fast

Could I live off of the fumes,
Of your second hand content?

"Why do I feel so unequiped to live on Earth?"
These are the words that had passed from her lips,
Once the spit from her kiss, lay dry on my chest
Is there more to life?

I AM BECOME DEATH DEATH

And so I stormed my way,
Through swamps of tears and sleet
Warn God this wolve's unchained,
By twilight your idols bleed
Put faith in my Arm Leg Leg Arm Head,
I Self Lord and Master,
Hear snarls and gasps all night,
Rattling out of your lady's chamber

Could I live off of the fumes,
Of your second hand content?

"Why do I feel so unequiped to live on Earth?"
These are the words that had passed from her lips,
Once the spit from her kiss, lay dry on my neck
Why deny the scythe?