Somnambulist

Genres

Metal

Description

Lyrics

Blood of the fallen, a somnambulist wrectched and prophetic slaves to the system who carves out her own eyes with razorblades leaving a blister it takes form evaporative transluscent prisms reflecting they shatter infesting all i see in a tongue i lace with insanity a phantomous illumination i will never be painted on the walls with the blood of a paranormal cataclysm i will never see feed upon the saints and eradicate the elemental sacrificial bones that break in a dream of isolated ambience i find myself in cold sweats wide awake cuz I’ve got punctures in my lungs gonna tear me out fucking rip me out suffocate disintegrate love will never penetrate these walls i build with my symptoms conniptions inflictions a slave to my symptoms Denial- I’m just fine don’t touch me clairvoyance- these beings confront me through violence i am deconstructing my soul by removing my eyes from my skull just to see or feel something hallucinogenic pathetically craving what kills me and destroys the voice that’s relentlessly echoing carving a vision of what once was, what has been could be anything but these purple angelic pupils that haunt my dreams wide awake and falling asleep where i stand I’m the saint who prays with slit wrist at midnite for the moonlight for the sunset for the experience of the sickening decay if i had a reason just to breathe another breathe i wouldn’t need this phantomous illumination deep inside painful accusations resonating thru these conversations spoken in the tongue of psychotropic demonized pitiful acidic catastrophic condescending paranoid delusionary penetrating finalized so murderous the conversation that i heard between the voices venomous and complicated somewhat fantasized i could be the one to hold and love and uplift u or i could be the one to devastate disintegrate and move to impale u i feed on the wounds that my manic episodes do heal or dig further too reveal the degenerative failures inside all of u I’m fucking digging in my soul I’m fucking carving out a hole I’m the saint who prays with slit wrists at midnite cuz I’ve got punctures in my lungs