I, The Polluter - October Tide

The presumption, think my thoughts

Aim low to target your darkest corner

Surrender all and consume my mold

Your freshness and glow to worship

Your healthy claret, a gift

I, the receiver

And you, the giver

When are we planning to leave and bleed?

You, the donator

Me, the polluter

Subsist to eat and breathe you dry

A chalice of charred remains

A solid education in the art of affliction

Drained, emptied out

Precious, cavernous

Deceased masks, pretending still

Defile and inherit the body, your temple

Release the grip to end it

Descend into oblivion

Release the grip, be gone

Your nursing claret now consumed

The normal now surreal

Reclaim the host of rampancy

To make your soul unseal

When are we planning to leave?

When are we planning to leave and bleed?

When are we planning to leave?

When are we planning to leave and bleed?

No more

Turn cold

You look like grief itself

When do I come to her?

Everyone is waiting

Come together to mourn