Mourning Beloveth - Elemental Nausea lyrics

It's cold (so f**ing cold) A sordid trip to the wowels of creation The seductive wasteland, marrow of the world That gentle melancholy that so endeared in times past It seems to hang with an unnerving ease I've been here before but now it seems there is no way out There is now way out but down, the ante chambers to nothing The terror scratching at the surface of sanity Eyes are plucked The jackals are coming Hands are bleeding Raw from the scratching Freedom lies The depths of Lies Freedom lies Through the ether Elemental nausea Free to stagnate Grinding elation Oppressive opiates Residue of flesh Through the ether