Blessed are the leeches that feast on my corpse
On a welcoming bed made of dirt and photos of yours
Every drop that they drain
Takes me further away from the deafening pain
As my cold body decays
Time devours the memories of yesterday
As you keep watching the sun chase the moon
Think of me when you scratch scabs of your wounds
And I hope your tears
Taste as sour as the words
That you seemed to have no trouble at all feeding to me
One day the vile filth
You exhale with every disgusting breath
Will melt the mask you’ve hid behind your whole life
The mask you’ve hid behind all your life
Any thought of me will fade in time
Like your worth did so long ago
But I know the fingerprints I left on you
Still burn your skin
And the ropes that still tie you down
Were tightened by my dead hands
You are a disease, you will die alone
credits
from Grave Dreamer Vol. I,
released October 9, 2017
Damian Lindsey - Guitars
Chris Fox - Vocals
Daniel Kapla - Drum Programming
Tomas Henrikov III - Backing Vocals
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Recorded at Wetlands Studios 2017
Produced & Mixed by Damian Lindsey & Daniel Kapla
Mastered by Matt Qualls
supported by 6 fans who also own “Modulated Phonic Infection”
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Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
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