The Impossible Product

Dismal looming current
 A darkness I call my own
 Fuck all the extra
 Won't take no for an answer
 Torn by temptation
 Suffocated for a spell
 Though temptation does not sleep softly
 When entombed in the womb where it swelled
 And swelled
 And swelled
 It's beyond hushing and hiding away
 The damnation of this plane
 Eternal conflict, I can't come to terms
 Eons and eons of darkness interred
 What the fuck is it worth?
 All of the hurt, I plead
 Martyr me heavenly hands
 Mold the impossible product
 Cut lines and shapes
 Slave away until I ooze perfect incarnate
 Martyr me heavenly hands
 Mold the impossible product
 Cut lines and shapes
 Slave away until I ooze perfect incarnate
 It's beyond hushing and hiding away
 Damnation on display
 Dismal looming current
 A darkness I call my own
 Blocking all the extra bullshit out
 As I squeeze blood from this stone
 Torn by temptation
 Suffocated for a spell
 Though temptation does not sleep softly
 When entombed in the womb where it swelled
 Out on the edge of the earth
 I look down, see the universe from up above sleeping sound
 It's indifferent, cutthroat and cold
 Will I make it back? Will I make it back whole?
 Any compromise I welcome it
 The honey of my soul I cherish it
 This vessel is wearing thin
 On the edge of the earth and I want back in
 Martyr me heavenly hands
 Mold the impossible product
 Cut lines and shapes
 Slave away until I ooze perfect incarnate
 It's beyond hushing and hiding away
 Now tell me, what the fuck is it worth?
 All of the hurt
 All of the pain
 Tell me
 All of the hurt
 All of the pain
 What the fuck is it worth?
 I want back in