Striborg - Garmonbozia

Nothing but sheer pain and sorrow in this dull existence
Overwhelming pressures and claustrophobic homo sapiens
Suffering and suffocating sickness in every breath
A sigh to the moon, a scream to the other side

Like a sharp blade is the endless hours of mans domain
Touched by the spirit of melancholy draining each thought away
Pain and sorrow even after you are dead the spirits are laughing
For you really never appreciated your life in the first place

Frozen in fear, paralyzed with anxiety
Screaming tears, bleeding wrists of despondency
Carried away to mental madness and strife
What did you ever do for mankind anyway?

Introverted schizoid falling inside your shell
Secluded and secure from the parasite outside your door
For not a knock of call to break the silence
Of madness in solitude and calamity within your dark mind

Will you bleed for me again those cold veins
Agoraphobic neurotic mess of schizophrenic proportions
Persecution mania and paranoid madness
Obsessive and uncontrollable urges to kill everyone and yourself with them