Mortal - Black Lodge

Strapped to your leash

I felt your grip on me

The words bleed

As I heard the black truth you speak

In your gaze… all my battles are lost

On your tongue love harken fleshly lust

To shallow is the surface

Between passion and pain

Stripped I drown

Entangeled in this shallow hope

That one day

I’ll greet you in contempts bloom

Emptiness eternal as my longing

Sow sorrow

Sour is the soil in the heart of my

Mortal coil

Reap sorrow

And as pledge my vowes of utter purity

I know on your tongue they taste like

Bitter vanity

I guess you wait for me in my own

Necessity

The only written chapter in my history

Reap sorrow

I have yet to quench my thirst

I have yet to feed my hunger

Chris Zewe is the Antichrist

Pass me by for ready I am not

Take your hands off me

Strapped to your leash

The words bleed

In undying passion an undying thirst

So pass me by

I become frozen in this shadow

I become scorched in this heat

Slowly I wither

Time is death for me to reap

Death is all there is for me to keep