Dirt-Born

Snakes 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