Taste the blood and spit Out the clots Lick your lips as the world Begins to rot And it‘s a fading world That I want no input or part of Our own reflections are Sickening sights There‘s no escaping what We always try to hide I am fortune‘s fool The bitter fruit from the Devil‘s table I carry the weight of it all And I‘ll drown with it Crown of bones Indistinguishable Now succumb Lest the reaper comes Fear is a prison that floods With doubt As the waters rise accept There will be no doubt But we all drown In our coffins Anchors down Inhale mistakes and breathe Out the shame Close your eyes as the Blood begins to drain I am fortune‘s fool The bitter fruit from The devil‘s table Thirst the seclusion I feel the silence like a warmth Entombed I‘ll lay With thorns on my grave Face to the hardened stone Lie still lest the reaper comes Face to the hardened stone Pluck out the decay from The tree To remove it‘s disease I am an open book Yet the pages are blank Held at arms length This is as close as you‘ll ever get I am an open book Yet the pages are blank Try as you might to evoke You will never know