The Screaming Curse

Time for isolation
Harvest your pain
Suffer until submission
Time to get insane

Sorrow until death
Run away from delight
It's simple math
That fits in you just right

Meet the ghost brigade
Haunting you for effect
Hear their tenebrous serenade
Or yourself you must reject

You're nothing, nothing more
Than a rotting heart full of wounds
Feeling pain from soul to core
Asking you demons where may smiles be found
Where your curse shall make no sound