miasma
black dahlia murder, the
in between we insidious vapors shalt teem
and it seems to me like i'm dead inside
a bloated corpse propped out of tradition
what it was i had ever to strive for?
was it just to exist autonomously?
we don't need pigs like you
we follow the laws of our emptying veins
in this world of nothing for me
raise your cups to the ne'er-waning moon
let its visage ring true!
to the hearts cold and blue
we're dying each moment free
just another piece of shit in the storm
just another piece of shit!
from the smelling of things it appears
this shit has come to a boil
nighttime we shall rule as our own
while this hollow will sleep
we shall bark at the moon
in this world of nothing for me
in this world there is nothing for us
raise your cups to the ne'er-waning moon
let its visage ring true!
to the hearts cold and blue
we'll be going fucking mad
sin and hell is all we will ever know
just another piece of shit