Inertia Lyrics & Chords By The Partisan Turbine

Archaic,
Disorder, where swarms of the plague,
slowly limp closer, with the unshaped.
Discipline of the body, sentiments
of hanging by a thread and torturing.
Endorphins fall and relapse something
so pure and so numbing.
Seduced by those false lines,
endure the hunger which is coming.
Remains of crushed veins, exhumed to rise.
Breathe discretely leave nothing in vain,
Sleep depravation in its prime would
slaughter without need.
Narrow gauge, fall deeply into the wounds
With, an ease closer to concaved misuse.
Asphyxiation engulfed and infused
with crippling discomfort meant to be abused.
Disease, bastard king, you ve led me to a, killing spree.
It seeps slowly into my bones, releasing its pain.
Torn, separate the skin from the bones, desecrate.
It seeps into me gnawing the flesh from my face.