Gods of Vermin - Sons Of Seasons

Decay of mind comes gradually

It keeps creeping up my spine

Just a human;s life deficiency

I am a god of vermin

I want to disappear

What reason can I find, what reason can I find?

Swallowing the things I can’t control

What happens when they come and violate my inner sun

What happens when they try to smother all behind their eyes?

Will I still justify those goddamn lies?

I had control

It grows inside

The brave divine

Inhale — deny — the stains inside

The angel comes inside

The words he silent sighs