Atma Null

I whisper secrets to the dead
My vision blurry, turning black
Statues crumble when I breathe
And the stones are learning how to bleed

A shallow grave for my enemy
I know it will come back for me
It lives inside just as alive as I
Allow it to be
My fucking nemesis

Carving the path with the dozens of knives that I took from my back
Coming to reason, and I know this for a fact, oh, and I'm
Shaping my fate with the ghosts of the saints that still live in my head
All the graves will collapse on me

Darken my gaze
Blacken my way

Trapped inside I’ll burn