Death Becomes My Voice

Stand in the path of obliteration; I crawl in my own skin All that I see is over and over; the walls are caving in You will never see it, but it never goes away Breaking the spirit, breaking the will It’s hunting easy prey Hiding in salvation; hiding in plain sight Take the side of demons, or angels in flight I choose to dwell in insanity, so I never feel alone And I can find a hell to call my home Cry to your maker, cry to your god, because it is never done Who is your savior? Who will you be? Nothing, nowhere, no one Calling out in silence; dying piece by piece Lashing out in darkness to pray for this release I’m cutting through the marrow And I’m swallowing the pain And I’m swallowing the poison That’s been coursing through my veins Blinded by sedation; paralyzed numb Floating like an empty shell, with embryonic scum A razor sharp incision, I don’t have a choice Death becomes religion Death becomes the voice I choose to dwell in insanity, so I never feel alone And I can find a hell to call my home Cry to your maker, cry to your god, because it is never done Who is your savior? Who will you be? Nothing, nowhere, no one Nothing, nowhere, no one We bleed as we crawl - We die where we fall We fall, offering your souls Bring us to the surface; killing one by one Choose another shelter from burning in the sun The razor sharp incision; I never had a choice Death is my religion. Death Becomes My Voice I choose to dwell in insanity, so I never feel alone And I can find a hell to call my home Cry to your maker, cry to your god, because it is never done Who is your savior? Who will you be? Nothing, nowhere, no one

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025