sun hangs high i turn away failure underground heart is sick and fever is high waiting for a sound like a trail of insects to me i watch them from afar feeding breeding scheming tell me i am wrong hiding from discovery staring down into the ground had they seen the poison in me a tide of spite wound be found moving faster lingering gaze feasting on my sanity a grain of sand against endless waves a wish for the slaughter of conformity blinding light as the flames grow higher searing skin on a funeral pyre blinding light as the flames grow higher searing skin on a funeral pyre inside me sleeps a violence waiting to be freed blinding light as the flames grow higher searing skin on a funeral pyre blinding light as the flames grow higher searing skin on a funeral pyre blinding light and the flames grow higher searing skin on a funeral pyre should i speak and they ll call me a liar i ll retreat to my funeral pyre my sanctuary a thousand centuries i m not waiting i m tired of waiting i m not waiting i m tired of waiting i m not waiting i m tired of waiting i m not waiting3
['alternative metal', 'metal', 'progressive death metal', 'progressive metal', 'swedish metal', 'swedish progressive metal']