Pain is my virtue 
For it opened my eyes
Thus I could
Build my own essence
Vomited in [bad word] by the soulless womb
Then Raped By The Dead in Bed Of Roses
But that pain gave birth to
An inexorable Hatred
Against the vile ones who
Created grief
Vomited in [bad word] by the soulless womb
Then Raped By The Dead In Bed Of Roses

Bewildered, I am in the wrong dimension
I need to escape it
But time [bad word] yet
How can I wait?

"The dead [bad word] after me, faster and faster. I can smell their pestilent breath. Why do they want me? Why me? I don't want to be one of them, but they are everywhere: even in my dreams! No I don't want to be one of them! I don't want to be one of them!"

My hour [bad word] 
Later
When?
No answer...

Raped By The Dead In Bed Of Roses

Pain is my virtue 
For it opened my eyes
Thus I could
Build my own essence
Vomited in [bad word] by the soulless womb
Then Raped By The Dead In Bed Of Roses
But that pain gave birth to
An inexorable Hatred
Against the vile ones who
Created grief
Vomited in [bad word] by the soulless womb
Then Raped By The Dead In Bed Of Roses

Raped by the dead in a bed of roses
I can't see any light beyond them
I am just a toy in their putrefied hands
No hope, just darkness...