Terminal Deity Songtext

Something is slowing me down.
It makes its way through my arms,
And through these fatigued worn fingers
In fury-fevered lashings of the claw.
I somehow manage to gain the strength it takes
To emit its evils onto the page.
Blood-soaked desperate one-sided attempts
Into the chill of all words.
Let the sloth be told of horrid torment,
To watch him plagued in thought for all of our years.