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Instinctive machinations
I stare in the sapphire
Chained by mutilations
Disavowed and ordinary
A scrupulous creature too hideous to observe
Something I'll befriend, and it will serve only me

Inhuman emaciation
My monument of degradation
Snake skinned conservator
A vulnerable predator
An incongruence so ghastly, the yoke is strangely pleasing
This beauty brings me pain, but is a joy to make my own

An insoluble fear lurks in here and it gets worse without my toy
but whilst yet we are not hanging, we'll enjoy our favourite games
Your belief forms my survival and we're fraught by our discrepancies
In this ruse only emptiness persists, but without our void how will I keep you here?

I push and toil in this desolation, mindless quarrel
and my ugliness only serves to fuel the fire, firmness, and mire
Together in a coffin made from our flesh, the moor is smiling
The herald pulls me into the sea and sticks thorns into my flesh

In our fabled dream house
We burn inside the sun
Precarious movements in these poisoned halls of tongues
I'm trapped in a cage with all of my morose cravings

Scorned and dilapidated
I bleed into the abyss
Wouldn't it be nice to exist?
We could be oh, so cheery
I fucking hate you all!
I'll make you fucking crawl
I FUCKING HATE YOU ALL!
I'LL MAKE YOU FUCKING CRAWL

They took my dignity
A wretched evil tomb
All these chalices here
I retch for my future
As mournful as the sea
As dreary as the swamps

I watch with a great disdain
As my body's exhumed
I need not to worry
The Grim Tormentor's here

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