As The Day Rottens
Bo Summer / Jakob Batten
Feel me, flirting
Soulless, searching
In chaos, hatred
Drowning
Finding only god
And nothing remains
In my despicable life
As i reach for the cross
Carry my name
Satan, follow
Peaceful, hollow
Addiction, needy
Fortress
Housing only me
All my pitifulness
We are exposed
Another ingredient
Rotten my day
Heal me, structure
Shameful, burning
Instructions, whisper
Seamen
Tearing up my flesh
Pouring all my will
Into your will
Now cease to exist
Rot and decay