Lost in Sabbath
Victim, rust away My first breath belongs to my dying day A common hate breeds The seed, the weed It belongs to me, I own the final plea God knows me, God knows me The victim, the patient bleeds internally I wish to bathe on your face I wish to watch you baste, what a waste I funnel my despise through your lies You deepthroat my heart Final change and my tube shot stain My instinct plays part Lost In Sabbath, blood wreaks through these walls My wrath, a beaten path of beaten souls Victim... rust away Indulge... decay
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
My tread, it wears my head Tears beneath the plow Tell me how to take myself apart Tear it all apart, tear it all apart Flesh tone - Skin and bone Pray for release, nothing more Your head flies off as you walk through the door Nothing reaped, nothing sowed Nothing planted, nothing grows Misery lead warpath - Loaded teeth spit angry smiles Sun gives warmth to those who obey While the moon burns madness Craving of guilty leads me The craving is retained Pestilence... Nothing...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026