Suffering Bastard Lyrics

Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks falls predicting strife. Cranium
Exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther. All of this burnt to
Ashes, all of this torn to rags. I don't know what the fuck have I become?
Synapses snapping mortality decimated. Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into
Overdrive. Realizing it's murder of the self so clean. Hand reaches outLamb - Suffering Bastard - http://motolyrics.com/lamb/suffering-bastard-lyrics.html
Desecrates impunity. Ripping away foundation's identity replacing with
Shame. Transgression mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. Anger
Inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance. What a bloody mess.
Visiting dark sites unknown, grief lands like a ton of bricks. All of this
Burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags...