SACRED ORIGIN - Covered. Buried. Consumed.

Crawling flesh in the dark dare I look something's there
Take a breath, take a look, nothings there what's to fear
Eyes of eight on their heads, fangs and legs crawling over me
Covered. Buried. Consumed.
Thoughts of paranoia seep in
Disrupting my mental peace
Feeling them crawl but nothing is there
Making me think I'm going insane
Here I sit and I think how they crawl over me
As I sleep making holes, laying eggs in my skin
Eyes of eight on their heads, fangs and legs crawling over me
Covered. Buried. Consumed.
Trapped in a den of arachnids
There is no way of escaping the horror that lies before me
Paralyzed deep in fear
Now I have been engulfed, helpless on the ground
Crawl on my flesh a new fear is born
Thoughts of paranoia seep in
Disrupting my mental peace
Feeling them crawl but nothing is there
Making me think I'm going insane

Written by:
Ricardo Vasquez

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