A  Creeping  Dose  -  In  Fear  and  Faith

  Hell  rains  upon  me

  With  the  reigns  of  atomic  end

  It  doesn’t  matter  what  I  believe

    Cause  in  the  end  it’s  all  about  the  means

  This  winds  are  no  longer  safe  for  breathing

  They  convey  the  fatal  blow

  But  a  vessel  that  special  delivers

  Poisson  they’re  flowing  straight

  into  my  lungs

  I  should  have  know  that  it  would  end  this  way

  But  I  was  locked  up  shut  down

  Shoving  it  all  away

  I  was  in  denial

  And  now  know  you’re  all  guilty  too

    You’re  fucking  guilty  too

  There’s  a  sickness  in  my  body

    Every  pore  aperture  an  avenue

  For  the  life  to  escape  it’s  host

  Everything  I  touch  I  leave  my  husk  behind

  Empty  bones  and  undertones  of  fumes

    That  sear  my  soul

    I’ll  repair  these  tarred  lungs

  With  a  drop  of  cyanide  upon  my  tongue

    I’m  too  sick  to  move

  I’m  too  weak  to  make  it  through

    The  soil  I  lay  upon  has  been  polluted

  With  a  truth

    And  I’m  too  sick  to  move

    Arms  made  of  lead  along  with  a  shortness

  Of  breath  brought  on  by  armies  of  dead  men

  With  no  sense  of  regret

    There’s  a  sickness  in  my  body

    Every  pore  aperture  an  avenue

  For  the  life  to  escape  it’s  host

  Everything  I  touch  I  leave  my  husk  behind

  Empty  bones  and  undertones  of  fumes

  That  sear  my  soul  I’ll  repair

  these  tarred  lungs

    With  a  drop  of  cyanide  upon  my  tongue

    Now  my  lungs  are  failed

  with  a  creeping  dose  of

  Bitter  disgust  for  the  world  I  used  to  trust