A toil beneath the skin

歌詞

Pulsating walls of veins, a chamber made of flesh, A blood stained living altar of death and wickedness. A shapeless, nameless terror. Voiceless whispers feed the Inner error as crawling waters. A ghastly silence – a grinding noise. Am I alone here? Is this my voice? Cloaking herds of vermin – stone cold faces. Underneath the surface: jet black wastelands. Stirring in the dark; a toil beneath the skin. Freezing, cold with poison; a coil of hungry snakes. The Devil clearly mirrored right before me. Eyes, just like my own two, see right through me. A ghastly silence – no life to find. Am I alone here, in my mind? The foul enigma solved, no logic to be found. A whirling chaos only, whirling and profound.