Lyrics Only the Dead Rest - Kamikabe

Only the Dead Rest

This horrid fever bloated shell
Is beginning to squeeze my brain too tight
By miserable dreams entranced
Bleeding for these eyes to remain shut in darkness
In this conscious cycle I am trapped
Spare me this transient surge of chemical nausea
Mimicking contentedness
Pressed into my forehead
These fingertips fail to comfort my mind
Comatose descension
My psyche withers and cracks as the worm naked to the burning sun
Razor lined parasites that trace their way through my brain
I have harbored this virus inside my mind my whole life
Wallowing in a pool of vomit
Inside my skull thoughts grow sore and begin to decay
Infected, swollen, and bursting
My jaw tightens into a clench
Cranial pulse escalates to a pounding throb
I turn my focus inward, to be relieved by perpetual void
For we cannot attain in life the adoration we receive in death
I am glad to have died
And now that I am gone, I know only the dead truly rest