Hell-O

I am congested, I feel all stressed
How can I release with a vulture on my chest
Peering eye to eye, she's building a nest
Gnawing past the sternum all was digest

All snuggled in we decided to produce seeds
Lying naked on the tundra, we sprouted a weed
Blood left in the snow has sealed our deed
Who's to decide was it want or need

The pounding on my mental, my flesh showing greed
I've supped on nothing, I'm the bearer of weeds
I've married my vulture made a pledge against Death
We've supped at her until there was nothing left

Peeling past her lying lips, now her souls exposed
Hell has lowered herself to nothing but a hole
A world of demons promoting fear
Supposedly correcting wrongs by promoting fear

Please raise all souls up to the sky
Reverberate I IS ME but do not cry
What we have faced it can't be denied
"Yes we've killed death," we said with a sigh