Spawn Of Possession

Grave insomnia has now obtained my strung out mind.
Robbed of the one place that gives me solitude from them.
I must now face the perfected madness that will eat me as I'm slowly turning into what I dread.
Deprived of sight, my introverted eyes guides my awake steps into sinfulness.
Profane is the soul purpose here, I know it and still I let my inner steer me.
I am becoming the infestation, now it's clear what I intend to do
As I reach the house of god I'll take and keep my price forever.
Render my prey as I descend, render my prey.
Web of cords stretched from heel to throat.
With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard.
The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust.
Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come.
Dragged out from his abode, a robe of the fallen now bestowed.
Useless struggling for it's not my mind that drives my actions