Wake up screaming. Reaching out trough despair. The images linger. Memories like nails. Violation. Stink of faeces. A burning sky. The day blackened in shame.
I am became - A Fire Alive.
Facing death without a sign of life. The empty gaze of a child branded by psychosis. Staring blindly into the mortal wounds. Dollparts, served flesh, the dead and the dying.
I am became - A Fire Alive.
I will see you when I go - Into the fire, into the roaring sun.
So say your prayers and and your goodbyes. Prepare to face the lord. For in this my final act God speaks his shame.
It'll tear you to shreads. It'll rip your souls to pieces.