When I get the scent of youGeVlose enough to catch a glimpse…
I see what I see…nothing but a simp.
Writhing in simplicity.
You live implicitly.
Open the door, cast out the tombs. Hadn’t seen the likes of you
In years of my obscurity.
All your crusted rust…
Reminding me of thee. Digging, pushing, feeling, reeling.
Unknown, unshone, keeling, sealing. I know how you got this way.
Saw all of you fall away.
Good became evil.
Four horsemen had their say…
With your soul… When I smell you…
When I get close enough to suffer your stench…
I find what I wouldn’t in a trench. An open door with closed up wounds.
The stink that abounds
A mire that drowns…
Close the door, cinch the tombs. Hadn’t seen the likes of you
In years of my obscurity.
All your crusted rust…
Reminding me of thee… I know how you got this way.
Saw all of you fall away.
Good became evil.
Four horsemen had their say…
With your soul. Crusted rust.