Hail To The King - Contagion Clasp

What kind of hell is this? x 2 Lips locked as tight as my fingers to this porcelain. Love made in pure disgust There's no escaping my own mind Circulation a thing of distant memory To my feeble failing extremeties My gaze grudge fucking refracted image Thoughts evading my very existence The only thing returning glances, the pile of shit I called a man What kind of hell is this? God sharing kin, with the monster's under my bed This instance, the only monster's reside in my head A skeleton, making residence in a closet Refusing to rot away, still it kicks and screams x 2 Motherfucker, you don't want to see what I've seen Repeating, incoherent, mindless echoes. I've fell down my own endless rabbit hole What kind of hell is this, is it all in my head or does it really exist? What kind of hell is this x 2 What kind of hell is this, is it all in my head or does it really exist? Refusing to rot away, still it kicks and screams x 2 Motherfucker, you don't wanna see what I've seen