It’s all cold Can’t feel it Thoughts are free now Freed from the dark It smells like freshly cut grass It touches me along with sleep As it always had Before it was caged Before I merged with the world World betrayed me Betrayed my trust It sent me back to the dark Told me it could be fixed Now the beast looks at me with eons of contempt I know exactly what it wants It wants blood It wants hanging meat It wants crushing falls It wants everyone to see and most to join in its art It wants to smell freshly cut grass Hexanal Offer your neck Offer your neck Offer your chest Offer your neck Offer your wrists Open your chest Take the fall
