October Tide - I, The Polluter

The presumption, think my thoughts Aim low to target your darkest corner Surrender all and consume my mold Your freshness and glow to worship Your healthy claret, a gift I, the receiver And you, the giver When are we planning to leave and bleed? You, the donator Me, the polluter Subsist to eat and breathe you dry A chalice of charred remains A solid education in the art of affliction Drained, emptied out Precious, cavernous Deceased masks, pretending still Defile and inherit the body, your temple Release the grip to end it Descend into oblivion Release the grip, be gone Your nursing claret now consumed The normal now surreal Reclaim the host of rampancy To make your soul unseal When are we planning to leave? When are we planning to leave and bleed? When are we planning to leave? When are we planning to leave and bleed? No more Turn cold You look like grief itself When do I come to her? Everyone is waiting Come together to mourn