POST MORTEM CALLIGRAPHY ©

Watching their lives leave their eyes from chaos, devastation. 

You're the reason. I'm the problem through the solvent, desecration. 

My commitment to Nexus, cosmic fall, Reaper’s hideout. 

Place of ritual, they cannot bear, you've been reclaimed servant of pain. 

Worlds much colder when it dies tonight. 

Drugged and butchered, they will not survive. 

Only darkness, mass hysteria. 

I'll trample you to death, this is your reset. 

Beyond all reach of mercy, deliver me to my own hell. 

No time left, at wits end, inside a jar Is my last breath. 

I'll make sure to make war with the saints in wrathful ways. 

They watch me like crows circling, sleep underneath the Earth for millennia. 

Worlds much colder when it dies tonight. 

Drugged and butchered, they will not survive. 

Only darkness, mass hysteria.

I'll trample you to death, this is your reset. 

Feel the loss and abandonment like a midnight seance in a Victorian parlor.

Where failure is imminent to take on the afterlife.

No bullets penetrate my armor. 

Worlds much colder when it dies tonight.

Drugged and butchered, they will not survive. 

Only darkness, mass hysteria. 

I'll trample you to death, this is your reset.

This is your reset… 

This is your reset; I’ll trample you to death.