The Flesh I Wear

In the dark

of the mind,

the flame lightens.

I discover the

curse of my soul.

Trapped in this life form,

forced to experience

the flaws of

human nature.

Disturbed, deranged and mentally fucked

in the eyes of those who can not see. In the

visions of my dying flesh I see the

gathering of an higher power. The reason for me

wandering these fields of poison.

In the silence, in the night. There is a force

taking place in the flesh I wear. And the signs

will show in new forms

as the days go by in the

flesh I wear.

I bear the chalice, my

soul, with pride and

strength. My human

flesh is the temple of self-

discovered knowledge.

Which I'll bring forth to

the grand dimension of

death.