Waking up to the breath of the ore, in the sea of Black If you cut a worm in two the other half will grow back If I’m alive or dead I don’t really care as long as my Soul’s intact Buried alive
Stinking corpse, I smell but cannot see, you hateful neighbor! Pride, monomania, everything from Earth, topaz vapor Hi-chloridize polyethylene resin lacquered newspaper Buried alive