Traveller's Wounds - Lord Of The Lost

Recently bereaved

A tourist with no trail

Distant from the sane

That voice repeats a phrase

Does such confusion

Serve to amuse you?

Change the gruesome tune

Talk to a lonesome traveller

Yet there’s nobody else in here

The ache of loss is so severe

I shiver in the chromosphere

And miss machine found her soulmate

That swine 6942.8

He lasts all night without a break

Her lubricant, my one keepsake

I’ve witnessed tortures

Lows life should not know

The most hellish place

Lies inside the mind

Do my delusions

Serve to amuse you?

These traveller’s wounds?

In this ocean of emptiness

I sail alone under duress

In my decline I’ve acquiesced

Madness and guilt did coalesce

Plagued by a visit to the past

An impotent iconoclast

Whose vision of that final dance

Will make a grave for circumstance

Ego is such a reckless beast

An enemy of the deceased

The poisoned soul with no retreat

Turn back, accept you face defeat

Moros has an ambassador

Grieving his lifeless passenger

If you like passions massacred

Talk to the lonesome traveller