The Sickness — Mourning Beloveth

Til' the needle finds the vein The drug hits Eyes grow dim

Deconstruction, purified Sublimation intensifies Habit hardens veins Softens the bleakness

Softens the bleakness a marker for disease A hole where we leak out of existence A long lingering in my throat As all life's blood drains away

The body suspended in the dark Bitter gall hiding like organs In a jar blackened and grinning Twisting and contorted tipped with poison

The malodorous mix of bottom feeders Crawl from the primordial soup stunted and deformed Flesh eaten to the bone eaten from the inside Bones crushed crushed to dust Nothing escapes but poison The body radiates violence a parasite of thought

Deconstruction, purified Sublimation intensifies Habit hardened veins Softens the bleakness

Deconstruction intensified Softens the bleakness All life's blood drains away All life's blood drains away

Habit hardened veins All life's blood drains away All life's blood drains away Deconstruction sublime