Lyric

The stench of my own slow decay

In the abyss below, in this disarray

Maggots feasting on my hollow shell

This place is my own, an inescapable hell

To my rotten hope, a final, silent breath

My only fxxking solace is the certainty of death

A crack in the static

A phantom breath upon my skin

On the brink of madness

A new torment must begin

DRAG ME FROM THE DIRT, TEAR ME FROM THIS GRAVE!

YOUR VOICE, A SHARD OF GLASS, THE ONLY THING I CRAVE!

THROUGH THE BLOOD I SPIT, I REFUSE TO BE A SLAVE!

THIS VIOLENT REBIRTH IS THE BOND YOU fxxkING GAVE!

Peeling back the skin to see the rot that lies beneath

In my rusted vision, a thorny, bloody wreath

Every scar that's forming, a grotesque masterpiece

Only this carving pain is my one and only peace

This mangled flesh is proof that I can still feel pain

Your presence is the poison that obliterates the rain

CRAWL!

DEVOUR ALL THIS FILTH AND DECAY!

BLEED!

REGENERATE AND REBUILD MY SKIN!

RISE!

I AM THE MONSTER YOU CREATED!

This is not a bond of light, but of shared, endless night

Two broken souls, crawling from the pit, devoid of sight

You were there… in the darkness, a reflection of my spite

I was there… and that was all we needed for the fight

DRAG ME FROM THE DIRT, TEAR ME FROM THIS GRAVE!

YOUR VOICE, A SHARD OF GLASS, THE ONLY THING I CRAVE!

THROUGH THE BLOOD I SPIT, I WILL NOT BE A SLAVE!

THIS VIOLENT REBIRTH IS THE BOND YOU fxxkING GAVE!