-Deep Dark Days of Hellís Fury, Inside the Depression of a Zombieís Walk
Hey what can I say, wasted piece of trash I am. No one who was or would be. Drop this turmoil.
Swee...Swee...Swee... Bring the turmoil, I believe the nightmares.
Swee...Swee...Swee... Just this once, Donít fall beside me.
Swee...Swee...Swee... Hit me and stay, I am not made of stone.
Touch this flesh full of destruction, and confusion.
My mind has stopped glowing. It reeks a shattered scent, one of let down and pains.
Mountains spoke once, While the clouds drifted down. The sun arose cleaning off the mourning sky.
Yet I wonder. What is the point of this idiotic ritual for which us ignorants take part in.
Just this once I want to stand. Stay And not fall into fateís end.
My soul is falling, loosing hope. I canít hold out much longer.
You must understand. You are the prophetiezed- You are my savior. Who could I believe after your demise?
Yet I wonder. What is the point of this idiotic ritual for which us ignorants take part in.
My body has cracked, Come take chunks and feed on my rotting flesh.
Maggots of the inside, I spoke once 2 years ago. Now it has returned, only whoís shape?
The Mountains frown, sighing. The end of the day near. Only spaceís drifting climate invades. Again the moon rises behind those clouds.
Yet I wonder. What is the point of this idiotic ritual for which us ignorants take part in.
Prayer of the Hidden Fool
And why should it hurt. All I wish...All I want.... Please be on my side this time. I am of the eternally fucked. Turn me around...please... I just wish for that, which my soul needs.

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