18 Hours-Dew-Scented

Searching for meaning to this life playground, the self awaking forever day by day, in bleak disclosure hoping to find serenity in a silent dream but the mind is restless open eyes, OPEN HANDS, SACRIFICIAL THRILL PROCESS THE POISON, state of defeat striving for reason in my mind, THROUGH HELL AND BACK forever and ever to remain blinded by rage expecting eternal sympathy in this MISERY BUT THE PAINS ARE RECKLESS OUT OF SOUL, devouring fevers taste of imperfection, its 18 hours to die... the weakness of the will, beyond retrieval we carry on you'll hear it ONE LAST TIME now IT'S 18 HOURS TO DIE! THAT'S HOW WE TURN OUR INSIDES OUT and then we break in consume the flesh to heal the fate STILL 18 HOURS LEFT TO...GO! the weakness of the will, beyond retrieval we carry on you'll hear it ONE LAST TIME now IT'S 18 HOURS TO DIE! 18 HOURS TO DIE forever 18 HOURS LEFT TO DIE just 18 hours left to go!