I’m not feeling right I’ve been gnawing my tounge all night I’m not feeling well I’ve had visits from the deepest realms of hell
Dark is seeping in While the Shadows dance within Gates are opened wide And my Inner worlds projecting through day light
To claw my way through all this mental weight All letters point to the collapse The walls contracts the chest cave heave and shakes Reliving memories of past
The day is rotten black - from this day so am I
await the burning morning aftermath The roaring wildness will subside Within the crumbling shell a seed take root The treasures brought in by the tide
The day is rotten black - from this day so am I The long nights waking thirst - slaked with sacramental wine
Have you ever felt the morning light blaze up inside As sun and moon hangs dark while stars fall from the sky have you heard the lifting fury of the trumpet call as you loose all sense of self and identify with all
I’m not feeling right I’ve been gnawing my tounge all night I’m not feeling well I’ve had visits from the deepest realms of hell