The Obscure Process of Metamorphous Lyrics

Everyday... everywhere, I see lifeless,
Soulless corpses walking down cold lonely streets,
The methamphetamine dreams distort focus, their tongues;
The serpent speaks, obsidian.
A grey funeral hearse passes by, with the scent of lotus flowers burning,
A still mourners winters sky.
Dark nebula creeping up upon my spine,
It is like breathing liquid... with deaths passion, tasting like crimson wine.
Bruised lips. A heartless kiss. And a wave goodbye.