Traveller’s Wounds
Recently bereavedA tourist with no trailDistant from the saneThat voice repeats a phraseDoes such confusionServe to amuse you?Change this gruesome tune
Talk to a lonesome travellerYet there's nobody else in hereThe ache of loss is so severeI shiver in the chromosphereAnd Miss Machine found her soulmateThat swine 6942.8He lasts all night without a breakHer lubricant, my one keepsake
I've witnessed torturesLows life should not knowThe most hellish placeLies inside my mindDo my dellusionsServe to amuse you?These traveller's wounds?
In this ocean of emptinessI sail alone under duressIn my decline I've acquiescedMadness and guilt did coalescePlagued by a visit to the pastAn impotent iconoclastWhose vision of that final danceWill make a grave for circumstance
Ego is such a reckless beastAn enemy of the deceasedThe poisoned soul with no retreatTurn back, accept you face defeatMoros has an ambassadorGrieving hils lifeless passengerIf you like passions massacredTalk to the lonesome traveller