Shrouded Are The Pleasures Of Flesh کے بول

There is things about me you don't know There is feelings in me I'll never show It's an eerie sound in my head Why cann't I ever sleep? Insomnia Dementia Paranoia Phobia Sleepless nights I lie alone Watching watching on the wall Hour after hour until the light of day Then with the sun they disappear It's calling for me in tongues I've never heard Telling me to kill, telling me to die Voices In the darkness of my mind Like a child's painful cry Other occasions they command me By terrifying visions of reality I hope that some day I will be free Now I'm lost within myself Growing more deranged by every week I feel a need to feast upon the weak Insanity wrapping its arms around me Enfolded I become enlightened and see The taste of human flesh so sweet I can feel the power flow from my hands to my feet