歌词
Something is slowing me down
It makes its way through my arms
And through these fatigued worn fingers
In fury-fevered lashings of claw
I somehow manage to gain the strength it takes
To emit its evils onto the page.
Blood-soaked desperate one-sided attempts
Into the chill of all words
Let the sloth be told of horrid torment
To watch him plagued in thought for all of our years
In every time, a star of hope is shining its regards
As a sparkle of vain mockery
In these pained attempts of self-alleviation
To convert from the monster