The Stench of Repression by Ending Tyranny Lyrics

It starts out with a smell, a repugnant smell
A taste all too familiar that cannot be repressed
This sulphurous stench reminds me of death, but to know the cause is like grasping at straws
Every so often, I’m hit with this redolence, but I still can’t put my finger on it
Years have passed, the scent still it lingers
As if goading me to acts so deplorable
As it plumes into a miasma of rot, my stomach turns and vomit ensues
It’s happened again, last night I can’t recall
My clothing tattered and torn, filthy and tarnished
Unknown lesions and bruises cover my limbs and abdomen
Apprehension sets in, as i scour my wounds
The underlying doubt of what I have done, reluctant to what I’ve committed
Back to reality, daily life has resumed
As for mentality, my mind still consumed
Grisly and ghastly perceptions infiltrate my conceptions
My troubled thoughts still haunt even though I try to remain of sound mind
The hunger it needs the hunter to feed
The familiar smell that has yet to be identified
In the cellar I find, dozens of bodies are piled up
How can i foresee?
Instincts are to dispose the bodies along the coast. (X3)
I must endure composure to dispose