Burn The Priest Suffering Bastard Lyrics

Shorn of apocryphal pride,
the locks falls predicting strife.
Cranium exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther. All of this burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags. I don't know what the f___ have I become?
Synapses snapping mortality decimated. Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into
overdrive. Realizing it's murder of the self so clean. Hand reaches out
desecrates impunity. Ripping away foundation's identity replacing with
shame. Transgression mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. Anger
inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance. What a b_____ mess.
Visiting dark sites unknown, grief lands like a ton of bricks. All of this
burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags: