This is a sickness that eats me alive,
digesting my insides, consuming my mind.
Feeling too distant to disarm or decide,
I leave myself here to die, a wasted fucking life.
I am imbalanced and ashamed that I don't give a fuck!
My blackened future is so clear to me now.
A pointless investment in what I should have become,
I have no problem putting my temple to the gun.
A fucking wasted life. A filthy, useless mind.
You see the hatred my eyes?
There's no escape from what I love to despise.
I am the plague that I struggle to detain.
Even my lifeless body reeks of my shame. (x2)
Lose yourself at the sight of blood.
Expose your hatred for those you claim to love.
Blat!
Feed demon, feed.
I am the death of my unconscious mind,
so I feel nothing and leave nothing behind.
I was the sick! I was the blind!
Now I'm the demon that met his time.
In an open grave, my body welcomes decay.
And to this fucking day, I lay soaked in my own shame.,,
You're a wasted fucking life. A filthy, useless mind.
***
credits
from Demons EP,
track released October 1, 1991
Robert Muller - Guitar | Ethan Chaikin - Vocals | Esteban Rivera - Bass | Connor Warren - Drums ||| Tracked, Engineered and Mastered at Pasquerella Studios in Hopewell Junction, NY.
supported by 16 fans who also own “Demons ft. Patrick Anthony (Edenborn)”
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner