DYING FETUS – "Reveling in the Abyss" (Official Audio)

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    Sunken and swollen, left to sink in bed
    Numb to all the pain and shame
    Procrastinate every thought every breath
    Zombie land playground is what you have earned till death
    Lost in space where depression fails to grab hold
    Dull, dim-witted, slurred drivel to behold
    Dazed, confused, you are checked out
    Forgot what the stress was about
    Lazy and crooked doctors give in to
    Your pathetic cries of forfeit
    Built-in ready excuses
    It was subscribed to, I’m not going die today
    Oblivious to any criticism
    Legal and ordered to consume
    Given up for all accounts
    Deadly brew of pills, I deny

    Self-subscribing, pain or mental?
    Extra ground up in how many bumps?
    Closest thing to rapture enjoy
    Ignore disgrace its non-existent

    Lonely place of degradation, misery likes company
    Tell their story to each other, their modified history
    Junkie birds of a feather, new lies weave easily
    So proud of the victim status, share the pain and believe

    Sum of the day’s score is how content you’re meant to be
    Hiding in your dungeon, gloomy place of depravity
    Sickly and contagious, aura of negativity
    You’re drenched in the squalor, state of degeneracy

    Baffled by being avoided, family and friends look for the exits
    In denial of excessive self-loathing, looking for pity and any will do
    Trying to force people to sympathize, putting on the show of your misfortune
    No one wants to hear about your decline, or want to watch your self-destruction

    Reveling in the abyss, the vacant stare, almost unconscious
    Forget about all the shit that’s piled high
    Hoard the stuff it’s not enough, then the trash is adding up
    Preying on others’ understanding, single out who will empathize
    Betray the trust of dispersed pity
    Squander any currency you think you’re entitled to receive
    Pessimist till the end, Debbie downer is not your friend
    Manipulation to the highest degree

    Lies you tell are eventual truth
    Piece of shit you don’t even fucking know it
    Forsaken and marooned

    Time is running short on feeling sorry for yourself
    Your body’s failing not made for the insalubrious
    Your weakened state, the result of neglect
    The toll you have taken from self-medication

    Sleeping in garbage, and effectively abandoned
    Fuming alone about everyone’s callousness
    You are the trash that others have taken out
    Removed the burden, that’s had them weighed down

    source Relapse Records

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