Shrouded Are The Pleasures Of Flesh

There is things about me you don't know

There is feelings in me I'll never show

It's an eerie sound in my head

Why cann't I ever sleep?

Insomnia

Dementia

Paranoia

Phobia

Sleepless nights I lie alone

Watching watching on the wall

Hour after hour until the light of day

Then with the sun they disappear

It's calling for me in tongues I've never heard

Telling me to kill, telling me to die

Voices In the darkness of my mind

Like a child's painful cry

Other occasions they command me

By terrifying visions of reality

I hope that some day I will be free

Now I'm lost within myself

Growing more deranged by every week

I feel a need to feast upon the weak

Insanity wrapping its arms around me

Enfolded I become enlightened and see

The taste of human flesh so sweet

I can feel the power flow from my hands to my feet