Nowhere But Lost – Crisis

saw you shut out the light tape the black fabric over your eyes and this is the
way you see there’s a war going on insde me let me go down… your diseased hand
touches my mouth and the words and fingers rot and curl and wither there’s a
hollowness that festers there let me go down… i’m in the need to cut you to
pieces. twist the lids of your blinded vision. i’m in the need to dismember the
ruinous joints of you i’m in the need for slaughter – i’ve got the taste of blood


Nowhere But Lost – Crisis