Botched Ritual

Hand reaches to my spine poisoning my brain

The stem will be cut before the chance to breathe again

No hope for clarity no visions brought to light

My broken spirit here is bleeding out alive

Not drawing down the moon no peace or love to show

The knife of Murder slowly penetrates the soul

Botched ritual

I hear it in the walls

A sound of former life

It watches while I sleep and it's laughing at my sight

Botched ritual

Hand reaches to my spine poisoning my brain

The stem will be cut before the chance to breathe again

Not drawing down the moon no peace or love to show

The knife of murder slowly penetrates the soul

I see no light is here and I've waited all this time

My misery is the only living thing alive

Botched ritual