Lay waste, torn asunder weak and lost in the past

Obfuscates, the self mind ripped it away

Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun God

I think not, serpent get thee behind me

Eradicated your somnambulant enigma

This field has lain fallow, won't erode

Won't soak up the sediment from your poisoned mind

No, I won't soak up your misery

Won't soak up your weakness

Won't soak up your banality

Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what you've done

Taste the frost, you chose your own death

You know that you choose well

I hate myself but not as much as I hate you

Tear yourself down