Imprisoned, life is a trap. My vision's distorted, green comes through I see black. I see blood, I see gore, I smell shit, I'm obsessed. There's still air in my lungs but I'm gasping for breath.
The body is a vessel for decay Festering, fleeting, everything. Obsessed with death
Every bang a bullet in my head Every string a noose around my neck Obsessed with death
Imprisoned, everything is wrong When I'm conscious I'm seething, I'm so far gone. Creatures, I see right through the flesh, i see cancer filled organs. I'm obsessed with death.