Death Blooms टैब्स

Cold seems crippling
Lame, meander through corridors
Aromas thick with age
Mark off the day

Reflections of my life are fading
Pull me out this body
Don't want it... Don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting, descending
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing
Don't want it... Cast into
Maker, take the body,
Don't want it... It wants me!

Past has found its place
Salvation is no more
Will God accept my peace?
Bleached, will pardon me

Reflections of my life are fading
Pull me out this body
Don't want it... Don't want in
Feeble frail and rotting, descending
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing
Don't want it... Cast into
Maker, take the body,
Don't want it... It wants me!

I just want to run around,
Fly kites, wrestle, jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore
Memories in me... Cocooned in misery

I'm sick, and tired,
Of embracing reflections of past time!
Receive me or cast me away!
God, please take me away!

Resistance futile! Suicidal ideas...
I will crucify my own being,
Satisfy selfish needs, fuck the deities
Justify my own right to what's waiting for me!

On the other side...
The time has come... Lock and load...
I'm coming... I'm coming...
I'm coming... I'm coming home!

Pull me out the body,
Don't want it... Don't want in...
Pull me out my body,
Don't want it... Don't want in...

Pull me out this body,
Don't want it... Don't want in...
Feeble, frail and rotting... Descending
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing
Descending... Don't want it...
Maker, take the body
Don't want it... Don't want in

Pull me out this body,
Don't want it... Don't want in...
Feeble, frail and rotting... Descending
I'm lost in structure that's collapsing
Descending... Don't want it...
Maker, take the body
Don't want it... It wants me!

I just want to run around,
Fly kites, wrestle, jump and play
Swim through waves that crash to shore
Memories in me... Cocooned in misery

The darkness overcomes,
Soul soars to the other plane
Existence past the door,
I sail through Purgatory's bay

I asked a god for poison... Cradle me!
Sown my dreams... Soul searching
Death blossoms where clouds lie over me!
Held in God's hands... Death bloom[ing]

"Dark, for fear of failure...
An inner gloom as wide as an eye and fermenting...
Broiling hate... Death-grip in my veins...
Unveiling rancid petals, flowering forth foul nectar...
Space between a blink and a tear... Death blooms."