The Crawl Lyrics

As a lay in a ruin of my own making

My stumbling mind seeping open from its fresh wounds

A myriad of dormant tormented thoughts start oozing

Their stagnant odorous ponderings into the empty shell of My mind, too much

Too much

For one soul to take

Crawling in my sweat soaked sheets

As ghosts of locked away terrors break through the barred doors once Forgotten

Leering at my wretched state

Mocking my pathetic frame as I arch and twist in terror

Clutching at the books

Stuffed animals and pictures of dead relatives

And the holy texts that litter the walls

But they have little use

For the serpent is upon me

His slit eyes and monstrous mouth seek to devour me

I am alone

There is no god here