Illdisposed

Nowadays I go blind
when they say there''s more to our lives
then all the death and misery
in which I dwell and has my needs
Should say I believe in me
should make some sense in my life
But with a dark wind in my face
I admit I''d rather be dead
But in the darkness they search
for souls to help assisting the minds of the evil erupt
Hidden for mortals revealed
as you''re dying in chambers of sonic disgust
Places devoted to serve the almighty
of whom I can say nothing good
In silence I learned to adjust to his temper
I followed my own path again
Introspection
I''m filled with perfection
my inner stream must by caressed
I know what to do with my mortal possessions
but restless
just wanna go back
Mellow entrapments