Innocent : Seven Bells. (Soulsick cover)(Reimagined)

The time of my mind goes Tick. Tick. Tick. The sign on my hand shows Six. Six. Six. Seven Bells penetrate my soul. Seven Hells under my control. My control! The ambers are glowing in my eyes... Eternal blackness blankets the sky... Another world dies. Another world dies!! When your time has come it's so Quick. Quick. Quick. The ease of it al makes me Sick. Sick. Sick. Within my soul chimes seven bells. Within my grasp lie seven Hells. Seven Bells! Seven Bells! Embrace your destiny. Don't ask why... You can't escape the blackened sky. Watch your world die. Motherfucker. Watch it die. I'll watch you die! ill watch you die, slowly, slowly no intercessionary aide given wholly holy know the way is punctuated with vast canyons of experiential maths waiting for you to calculate the cast a spell not yet invoked within the blas- phemous intimate moments collapsed expressed in every momentary pass you left unattended, you late to class I'll watch you die, and maybe be reborn a phoenix arising in the detritus of your old form why you sitting there just waiting debating with yourself, is this the way creating? conveyance of deeper structural motifs unabating bitch i might as well just be masturbating honestly, non stop, the long drop from on top got me feelin kinda Hella misaligned with the spot I'm left to occupy, I'll watch you die and you'll watch me cry, watch me sigh watch me try to remember what it is I derived watch me struggle with the commission of pride watch me feign my own superiority of mind sovereignty not quite what you expected to find is it, now, my felicitous and delicious little rhyme I spin around on the paper as I attempt to define something greater than my own self in signs passed along the road to the experiential climbs im hiking nonstop, trynna summon my own design and actualize what it means to truly know MINE vertiginously inclined my only crime is that I can't help but align myself with the perspective come to find of absolute humility, utter modesty consigned watch me watch you die, why all the watching I cry! watch me watch you watch me collapse inside no longer in possession of stable ground to refine im going to watch you die no wait maybe there's more to that line I'm going to watch you live and prosper see what all the things the world has to offer im going to watch you excel and grow forever higher meanwhile in stuck down here only capable to admire wishing I could step it of the mire of my experience, I'm lost in the ire of the adherency Embossed into the scene, building funeral pyres lighting ceremonial fires and dancing the dance of the scryer ah have you heard the news my friend? everything indeed must come to an end!