Chhinnamasta - The Acacia Strain

I can’t fucking breathe

The grass is all dead, but I’m choking on the weeds

Fruit decaying in the trees

Rotting branches swaying gently in the breeze

Drain me of my sanity

I can’t fucking breathe

Pray for me

I can’t fucking breathe

We are drowning in the lake

We are drowning in the lake

A hovering wasteland devoid of time

A cancer magnet breaking down reality

We are rotting, hopelessly unaware of our nonexistence

Drain me of my sanity

I can’t fucking breathe

Pray for me

I can’t fucking breathe

I never made a promise I could keep

I close my eyes and pretend to sleep

We’re only biding our time

Barely clinging to life, I’m fucking dying inside (I'm dying inside)

Pray for me

A gaping wound

Bleeding darkness into absolution

Infecting actuality

Living a constant painless death

A collection of husking corpses

Destined to stride along in eternal ignorance