Testo Freedom

I feel so alone I'm trapped in this tomb of sorrow Embalmed in my solitude I wither Embalmed in my solitude I wither eternally. Lurching, Searching Forever they search. Lusting, clawing My lifeblood they lust. Offal and fetor My bread and my wine Beetles confuse me They see through my eyes I am one with the world For my conscience is lost, Enlightenment guides me through bloody days Cost.