Between Hunger And Possession

I'm heading for the graveyard that lays ahead
In white-cold silence and time has come
For me to collect wages
Peacefully I watch the picture for the power is on my side
I smell the candles, I hear their feeble cracking
As they keep burning amidst headstones conceived
From insides of the dead
I do close in, and reach out for their heat
My nostrils frail as if I were a beat
Just when the sworming of those who've perished
Reaches my bare feet
I rule as king over this wasteland
I'm torn apart by hunger and possesion
Endless passing thoughts are haunting me and I am sad
Too violent fleshlights caress my mind
The way that water soothes
The thirsty lips of the condemned
The grey-robed mourners are silenced now
And store at me as if they were awaiting
Some sign from high above