Season of the Dead

You're far away I'm breaking down I'm crumbling from the weight That's been resting on top of me. Is it in my face? Unanswered questions, regretful answers, about my choice of space Why am I afraid to be who's inside of me? I've been running towards

taking away your scared life in many ways I shall describe suffocation decapitation or twist of the knife nihilsm reigning deep inside lacerate your skin rip it from the bones asphyxiated gargles you struggle, suffer, moan the need to feel you suffer

(dedicated to Bela Lugosi) a liform creature fly by night preying on innocent victims their ailing bodies filled with fright endless torture you will pay consuming your blood reaping your soul ends my lustful rage your crucifix can't help not backed

[ti:Forbidden Pleasure] [ar:Necrophagia] [al:Season of the Dead] [offset:0] [00:00.42]Forbidden Pleasure - Necrophagia [03:47.57]confusion starts to fade [03:48.85]I lay in a pool of blood [03:50.51]cold chills under my skin [03:51.88]a sign my life'

Thoughts and memories I can't believe that you could leave You've got to find a way to let me know So what am I supposed to say, was supposed to be You can't control what's inside of me I am a man of sin, nasty thoughts running through my head Every