Denial of Decay
Cult
Grave of mine
Lost, not to be found
I’ve never had a home
Trust, with me, die

Hate, never ending hate
Forsaken deep in the woods
Lies, decay
Lying gored, chapped
Wide awake

Denial is dead
Look at me now, yeah
Chaos, Suicidal
Venturing pure seer
As it’s close

Deep festering
Proposes
No-made of god crossed
It crossed the circle
Thou denied all