Gradually Melted

Spears of glass Straight through the hands Slice by slice The feelings of Metal through flesh is ecstasy Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires The dream becomes very real The only way To stop the hunger

Trapped inside A dead nightmare Buried deep Suffocation Frantically, scratching for light The oxygen is getting thin Just a matter of time Before the air runs out You're doomed Try to fight, it's what I like Suffocation It's what I like Buried by A s