Stained Bedsheets Songtext / Lyric

They pick up the scent
Your life is fleeting from you
Visions of horror, knees of deceit
Transparent realm of gorgeous spines
A post-poning of death only to prolong my fate
Massaging stones invoke the vengeful one, speaking to me and only me
Resting in my tender flesh
Nightmares of hell, have I obtained you from sleep?
This wicked torment has had me gritting my teeth