Sleeping With Corpses

In abandonment and shadow I throw myself away And to guess on what could happen I will bury myself today In nostalgic disrepair My words become my shrine In loneliness and passion My life becomes my crime In fear and wilting essence I turn myself to dust But in my vain and ghostly presence I am the spirit of my lust In rain and heavy winds My mind is a chaotic race Insane for an early winter My heart begins to give me a taste In my lack of sentence I become everything I hate In my prison lie unpunished feelings It is my consciousness I must sedate And I swear that I can still taste her I swear that I can still see But I swear that I’d only kill you If I never take it out on me