Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past. Obfuscates the self mind,
ripped it away. Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun god. I think not,
serpent get thee behind me. Eradicated your somnambulant enigma. This field
has lain fallow, won`t erode, won`t soak up the sediment from your poisoned
mind. No, I won`t soak up your misery, won`t soak up your weakness, won`t
soak up your banality. Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what you`ve
done. Taste the frost, you chose your own death you know that you choose
well. I hate myself but not as much as I hate you. Tear yourself down.