Poison
Rheia
4:40Snakes crawl under my skin Tear me apart from deep within Forgotten Spirits Silent and grim Filling my soul with despair to the brim Writhing in agony Risen from dirt Child of blasphemy Spreading the mold Look who I am now What I’ve become Miserable fool, no Heir to the crown Perennial nightmare of being defeated Once created but not completed Wake up and fight for the right to exist Until you find out you’re already deceased Writhing in agony Risen from dirt Child of blasphemy Spreading the mold Look who I am now What I’ve become Miserable fool, no Heir to the crown Crashed by my own empty ambitions In the end found myself in submission False and destructive preachers proclaimed That we are those ones who should be blamed