Testo Relapse - Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors

Relapse

Turn away from this sky aflame
As it descends on our cities tonight
It’s as if hell had climbed to the surface to greet us
This digital laceration tears through me, can’t hide my eyes
Never mind what was said
My fear has proven to reawaken, relapse
Into my dystrophic cycle: obsidian eyes black with death
Ascending in sublime contortion
As if by design: assembling, collapsing, enslaving us all
One for the war machine
It raises me from my still feet
And demands I assume it’s atrocity
Then I start to question my perception
Have I lost my mind?
Apocalyptic visions cut into my veins
Written in my bone, this pain is my own
It’s as if hell had climbed to the surface
Announcing I don’t need my eyes
I choose to burn away, ending my final relapse