Paroles de Suffering bastard

Shorn of apocryphal pride
The locks falls predicting strife
Cranium exposed
Denial of aesthetic

Push it (incomprehensible)
All of this burnt to ashes
All of this torn to rags

I don't know what the fuck have i become?
Synapses snapping mortality decimated
Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into overdrive
Realizing it's murder, murder, murder of self so clean

I don't know what the fuck have i become?
Hand reaches out, desecrates impunity
Ripping away foundation's identity
Replacing with shame

Transgression mythologized
Indiscretions immortalized

Anger inflamed with dry rot
Pushing towards severance
What a bloody mess
Visiting dark sites unknown

Grief lands like a ton of brick
All of this burnt to ashes
All of this torn to rags