tossin n turnin inside of the bed
the body be burnin the vision of death
awaitin the demon they screechin n screamin
distraught and distorted awake in a sweat
dicrepid the demon they reach wit their hand
speakin a language you cant understand
grippin the body the vision is foggy
resistin the struggle I dont stand a chance
Im dragged down to the pits down under
the clawing of flesh wit the boom of the thunder
echoes of weepin
my body now bleedin
seizin deceivin the demon started shriekin
the crackle of the burn the singein of the flesh destruction
sulfur in the air to bring the start to the induction
bounded by the chains i feel the soul under corruption
chaos is exudin wit the echoes of eruption
infused the twisted powers i can feel it in my soul
marked by the beast the demon reside in my dome
to burn the fuckin planet i shall sit upon the throne
this body is for wiremouth and it is his new home

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If I were Dorian Gray, this SoundCloud profile would be the portrait of my soul...
JOHN 3:19

INSOMNIATIC POSSESSION - [Prod. iiimghost] (Demo)

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