Lyrics Fevers of Torment - Witch Vomit

Fevers of Torment

My mind, splayed apart
Corrupted by disease
Day after day, I wither
And decay
I cannot stand the pain of the fevers
The pain of internal rot
This is the third night
Where sleep would not come
Anxiety and sickness claw at my brain
A vision not from my eyes
But from a far corner of my subconscious
A living nightmare
Being raped by my own lust
Murdered by my own hands
Dream and reality interwoven
Drowning in perpetual torture…
Nights pass through days
The figures appear to me clearer than ever
I can feel the prescence crushing down upon me
A spirit of vengeance, a curse of weakness
In fevers of torment