Darby O'trill - A Decaying Corpse Is a Work of Art

Put you on the altar carve a sigil into your chest
My work here is done the universe will take care of the rest
The mind has been restricted by a prison that's made out of flesh
Knowledge is not forbidden it is just something that you all neglect
I cast a hex to self protect
I have been blessed by Baphomet
Psychedelics magic sex
My face is a mask of death
Talismans of human bones
Hang from ropes around my home
My only friend are made of smoke
In ancient spirits I invoke
They tell me
Come and rot with me
Come and rot with me
Come and rot with me
Come and rot with me
Make a circle of salt and I step inside of it
I covet the things that I hate and I love it
I stare at the floor as I hover above
Embarrassed by all of the things that I wasn't
Fuck the world they never cared
Nobody was ever there
Percocets and Everclear
I know the end is drawing near
Rotting mind rotting body
I'ma corpse I'ma zombie
The grave is the only thing that ever really seems to want me
Taunting me haunting me I know it's where I want to be
It's calling me telling me Darby please come and rot with me

Written by:
Jimmy Lawler

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