Grave insomnia has now obtained my strung out mind. Robbed nof the one place that gives me solitude from them. I must now nface the perfected madness that will eat me as I'm slowly turning ninto what I dread. nnDeprived of sight, my introverted eyes guides my awake steps into nsinfulness. Profane is the soul purpose here, I know it and still I nlet my inner steer me. nnI am becoming the infestation, now it's clear what I intend to do nAs I reach the house of god I'll take and keep my price forever. nnRender my prey as I descend, render my prey. nnWeb of cords stretched from heel to throat. With Iron ropes I nstrap him down and hard. The blood in my plams shimmers with nthe rust. Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come. nnDragged out from his abode, a robe of the fallen now bestowed. nUseless struggling for it's not my mind that drives my actions nIt is clearly a non human authority. nnSolo: O'Brien nnCandles of a thousand not lit by hands of man. In my blinded ndarkness, lights my depraved path. nnWhere's my solace, this deed gave me no fractions of inner peace nAlthough I know I have him alive, a purpose I dear not quest for nnor implement. nnThrough serpent eyes I watch my hands do carnal damage nas they hung him up, swinging from the ceiling upside down. nnRender my prey as I descend, render my prey nnWeb of cords stretched from heel to throat. With Iron ropes I nstrap him down and hard. The blood in my plams shimmers with nthe rust. Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me comen