Resurrection #9

Lay waste, torn asunder weak and lost in the past Obfuscates, the self mind ripped it away Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun God I think not, serpent get thee behind me Eradicated your somnambulant enigma This field has lain fallow, won't erode Won't soak up the sediment from your poisoned mind No, I won't soak up your misery Won't soak up your weakness Won't soak up your banality Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what you've done Taste the frost, you chose your own death You know that you choose well I hate myself but not as much as I hate you Tear yourself down