Body in trances subsequently seen in through my own eyes
any other orifice would let in more reasoning settling pain
learning by ear and by feeling the way my own body settles
being the rhythm danced by rain while we shouldn't celebrate
hear is the way my fingers tap in a rhythm from my old brain
weights being lifted off of my stone, from mud washing it clean
wait is that me still thinking in the darkness, or is it myself
either way i am content being the concubine to this Darkness
the way it lets me know , being alone isn't that alone, she is
everywhere. Oh Moriah. how i pray for you every night
that you decide fair judgement for the depths of my own soul
take on this journey embarked with truth held onto you till my grave.

Black
Moriah take me onto and off of oh onto things that i feel in the back
of my coffin, the one another i am stuck in, feeling the worms often
dense and digging we out of this hidden cerebellum under the dirt
stuck till the thawing of hell and then, my cold blood will be able to
live in that heaven, of what i was doing above except on repeat
youre death is just what you make it
Black
est Moriah take no time to learn of my folly and fate
love inside you, my most favorite angel of Death you
wait for no one, my most heavenly pariah of Serpentine
fate for no man, no man most decide it just stumble blindly

Into the gates of hell, if they are still warm and didn't lay long
i laid on the shores of the Acheron, long enough to loose vision
blindly making friends of passerby's, blindly making decisions