What is the length of me To have a foot in the grave and a mind in hell With every less human The less I hate the world That corroded burnt sinew are my heart strings They play funeral Songs Propaganda for suicides appeal After following the moon I curse its bringing of light For I desire shadows born of The purest fires of hell Come creativity Come its damnation Come destruction of the mind In the name of my black hearts desires A sick mans dream After following the moon I curse its bringing of light For I desire shadows born of The purest fires of hell Hell