grave insomnia has now obtained my strung out mind robbed of the one place that gives me solitude from them i must now face the perfected madness that will eat me as i m slowly turning into what i dread deprived of sight my introverted eyes guides my awake steps into sinfulness profane is the soul purpose here i know it and still i let my inner steer me i am becoming the infestation now it s clear what i intend to do as i reach the house of god i ll take and keep my price forever render my prey as i descend render my prey web of cords stretched from heel to throat with iron ropes i strap him down and hard the blood in my plams shimmers with the rust caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come dragged out from his abode a robe of the fallen now bestowed useless struggling for it s not my mind that drives my actions it is clearly a non human authority candles of a thousand not lit by hands of man in my blinded darkness lights my depraved path where s my solace this deed gave me no fractions of inner peace although i know i have him alive a purpose i dear not quest for nor implement through serpent eyes i watch my hands do carnal damage as they hung him up swinging from the ceiling upside down render my prey as i descend render my prey web of cords stretched from heel to throat with iron ropes i strap him down and hard the blood in my plams shimmers with the rust caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come