Retch - Conjurer

I am steeped, steeped in rot and disease

Laid amongst the bones of my defeat

Weak, clinging on with mucid skin

Hoping soon the walls will cave me in

You retch, so as to purge

But it fails to end this wretched curse

How many more times will I wake up only to wish my

Sleep would never end?

Lost, stumbling toward an open grave

Hands still clutching to the spade

You retch, so as to purge

But it fails to end this wretched fucking curse

There is no shelter

There is no shelter

There is no shelter

Til every shred of hope is ripped from the sinews

I’m done for

You retch, so as to purge

But it fails to end this wretched fucking curse

Retch, so as to purge