Reveling in misery. Your eyes torn out, does sight remain? Shall I imitate your shallow disgrace? Your pain is my warmest smile. It's just a feeling, this sensation that I get. Similar to the birth and growth of black cobras in my mouth. Where is the happiness you are to find inside yourself? The salt will not cease to pour into your unlidded eyes. A surgery malicious, meticulous, ripping you apart. Furious excavation. Don't tell me you don't need this. As we stand here, we can smell you rotting inside your beautiful tomb. A blank dead face stares at me. You have focused the whole of your existence upon a single thought. The depravity of our world. That we are all plagued. Voluntarily impaling yourself on a spike of well intended nothingness. Your words are beginning to rust into the guilt that rots inside us all, revealing your pointless speculations as a disguise. The ordure you harbor inside your skull has given nothing. Now this torment is only your torment, and it's salt to me. Finding poison in every flower and you wonder why they wilt with your touch, leaving your world empty until there is nothing left for you. My index finger is pointed directly at your pathetic heart. I'll be the one to close your eyes. I'll close your eyes when you dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
