Testo Brainstorm

I'm a shell, or a now broken man, content with decay, of the world I know, plagued with hate, and disgust for all forms, I wait in the depths of your mind, a thief of souls, a teller of lies, you look to me for guidance, I'll lead you astray, a path paved in sin, towards a never ending silence, Satan's in Hell preparing for war as we see around and adulter the whore, the veins have been severed as arteries all bled, I don't know what's wrong inside of my head, as far as I can see, there's no hope for me