crimson thorn
comatose
Embodied into this world Satan's curse upon your head The age of discernment seals Your fates final end Living in the unconscious realm Not hearing CHRIST knock Too dead to reality Talking but not walking the walk Comatose your infested body lies awake Comatose souls deprived of spiritual food Comatose this unconscious decision slowly Contaminates you Minds and souls set apart Wickedness searing from the start Identities drawn but you never look beyond Your filthy blackened heart