Ghostforce Soul Constrictor

In urge to become something (believed to be) more infact I pursue the whole Of human Dementia You know when your catastrophy Is utterly complete Only when you shut your eyes For the truth And for the worse There's no place within your mind When all faces are set on fire To burn for the honour Of the pain in your heart And fade in the focus Of your cursed lust Ghostforce climax Soul Constrictor A fountainhead of disorder A splinted human codex Ghostforce Soul constrictor I cry out For the death of my guardian angels No more navigating The labyrinth of self-deceit The one we share with a psyche (Almost) Obsolete Without a ground to stand on Down the ladder Where we all break down The soul murder armory is ready to go So I blow up my sense of logic Deluded in default To separate the alternative Stifled by the conscious mind Hell made real by the terror of strife And right from the core of hysteria Where suffering seems to grant No end In the absence of free flow A trance of flames With no exit