Black Pestilence - Cellblock

Buried in the gloomy mind lies a vicious cage Blocking off calamitous thought, there must be another way Corroded thoughts forced now to stop How the fuck could this possibly be? Inner mind rot, it’s all me Always around and I can never evade you Cellblock An ivory mist, it gets me through Cellblock All alone with nowhere to run Cellblock Cellblock it’s all for one Cellblock Engraved in a vast mind desire only remains For a dying art by the flesh, replaced now by machines Corrupted visions forced now to stop How the fuck could this possibly be? Pure destruction I can see