Slow Death Factory

Buying time too blind to see

My figure staring back at me

I wish my death would crack my shell

I wish to God, I wish to Hell

All this time I swore my faith

To what was bad, I contemplate

A session made, a circle hard

A ring of evil taking part

Too unlikely I will live

Another day nothing to get

I wish my death would crack my shell

I wish to God, I wish to Hell

Too unlikely I will live

But who gives a fuck anyway

The darkness: Mine

Forever: Time

The pain is: My game

The game is: My pain

Come with me I'll show you all the wonderful sights

Blessed are thee, who ask not about the blinding

White lights

Join and you will, all that you will, and you will

In the sentence I'll give you, you'll find me