Et In Aspera Ego

Ugly words and ugly tones distorted
The soil is the waste, but I hear
Ugly voices through the skullbones
The sky is empty, but yet I see

Et in aspera ego...

Repeating the ancient modern pain
Lacerated boils upon the face of earth
Are the boils upon my countenance
An epitome of inner chemical warfare

Dragging the putrid carcass of existence
Through the vast landscape scarred by time
Downward into the valley of desperation
Bleak, echoeless cavern of passivity

Dredging through the morass of existence
Carrying the wound of humanity
Up the hills under the great shadow
Dark, dreamless shadow of cacophony