Cold Summer-Forgotten Tomb

Come, come over me Dark waters, drowning hope Images shattered by dimness A place so full of void and disease The swollen vagina of sickness opens So inviting and warm, unveiling my call to perdition Rotten blood drained straight from my arteries Rust in my mouth, the foul stench of lovely perversion Cold Summer Your sickness divine Cold Summer Architets of my suffering Driving my way to my self-annihilation Embracing impurity Tearing away every piece of my smile Adrift in a sea of unlimited obscurity I welcome my curse with outstretched arms And rejoice Starvation comes, grief-filled sobriety Loaded on angst, bloated on disgusting misery Cold Summer Your sickness divine Cold Summer Collapsing the sane Life fills me with disgust. Life fills me with disgust. Cold summer divine.