Cold Summer

Come, come over me

Dark waters, drowning hope

Images shattered by dimness

A place so full of void and disease

The swollen vagina of sickness opens

So inviting and warm, unveiling my call to perdition

Rotten blood drained straight from my arteries

Rust in my mouth, the foul stench of lovely perversion

Cold Summer

Your sickness divine

Cold Summer

Architets of my suffering

Driving my way to my self-annihilation

Embracing impurity

Tearing away every piece of my smile

Adrift in a sea of unlimited obscurity

I welcome my curse with outstretched arms

And rejoice

Starvation comes, grief-filled sobriety

Loaded on angst, bloated on disgusting misery

Cold Summer

Your sickness divine

Cold Summer

Collapsing the sane

Life fills me with disgust.

Life fills me with disgust.

Cold summer divine.