Testo di Lethargic

cramping of my body muscles fever feeling I'm in pain it's in my head my head again rip it out make it go make it go away no sense nervous talking arms out stretched still I'm floating heads will beckon blood will flow I'm going mad I am not whole I am useless I am engulfed by this total darkness Why does this moon beckon me? What is this hidden face that I see? And I run around from stone to stone in the air the smell of cloves from underground call to me from underground all the bodies they're beckoning then I feel the fever hit again water boils stench of death fates way to show a way life to change this very day And I'm gonna die . . . We are the new tribe . . . We're the children of the moon