Dead In The Flesh - Abysmal Torment

Adorer of fallacy feeding upon external stimulus

Like Prometheus chained up on Mount Caucasus

Dead I, the flesh mistaken for deity

Feign emotions fill your hollow conscience

Clinging to masks and objects a life in shambles

Addicted to impressions to fill a psychic abyss

Akin to phosphorus trashing and churning in an icy hell

Man can’t be still while he tries to fill that empty shell

Carving, staining that carnal tomb

Conforming sheepishly to his daily doom

Lost in a world of mirages

Chasing reflections in mirrors

Osiris entombed alive in gold and lead

Dead in the flesh

Sipping acrid poison dripping from the sun

Dead in the flesh

Kali Binah, rend the charred flesh open

Dead in the flesh

Horus, be reborn to balance the reign of Set

Dead in the flesh

Akin to phosphorus trashing and churning in an icy hell

Man can’t be still while he tries to fill that empty shell

Carving, staining that carnal tomb

Conforming sheepishly to his daily doom

Lost in a world of mirages

Chasing reflections in mirrors

Feeding on hypocrisy and flattery of the sycophant

Competing and following morals of the hierophant

Dead in the flesh

In acceptance or rejection his rebellion is mockery

Blind slaves bred to serve the will of true creativity

Osiris entombed alive in gold and lead

Sipping acrid poison dripping from the sun

Kali Binah, rend the charred flesh open

Horus, be reborn to balance the reign of Set