Confessional - Lamb Of God

Intrinsic rot.

Traces of future.

Your past will rise haunting you again

Tounging the glue stamp seal of your fold

Cased in forests of black steel rod

Vines of nerve float downstream.

Sections of horror

This is something you must never do again

Falling spiral down.

You know not what you are looking for but it will find you

anyway

I’ve confessed this disease to you.

Handed you a key to control

Fuel for your malicious intent

Punish me for my failure.

Dissect my faith.

Twisting my trust

Never, no more, I’m alone