Confessional Lamb of God

Intrinsic rot
Traces of future
Your past will rise
Haunting you again
Tonguing the glue stamp
Seal of your fold
Cased in forests
Of black steel rod

Vines of nerve float downstream
Sections of horror

This is something
You must never do again
Falling, spiral down
You know not what
You are looking for
But it will find you anyway

I've confessed this disease to you
Handed you a key to control
Fuel for your malicious intent
Punish me for my failure
Dissect my faith
Twisting my trust
Never, no more, I'm alone