Hedonist

Filth

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Shed these shackles
Existence makes the heart grow colder
The pain of loss pushing me forward
But I can't shake this fear of growing older

All I see are blank faces in the crowd
Voices beckon me, but are void of sound
They're seeking to let me drown, let me drown
Over and over constantly pulling me down, let me drown
Hands reach out in every direction catering to
To the pleasures of the flesh
Ripping and tearing until there's nothing left

Existence makes the heart grow colder
The pain of loss pushing me forward
But I can't shake this fear of growing older

Mortality means nothing to me, take my hand
Drown with me
I release restraints, holding me down
I will break these chains, binding me

Led to the water
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Submerged with your son's and daughters
I try to reach the surface but still I falter

It waits in every shallow corner
It waits for us all

Mother of abomination I accept this gift of sin
Shed the skin of humanity, and let deviance win