whould you dare to reflect upon the fact that you're broken a shattered self, the surface stares blank and cold as you fold back into your s(k)in the flesh aches to betray, twisting the shape of your frame so picturesque defining the depths of your mind all which the heart fails to find in you recant the soul, drawing faulty conclusions. the stage is set for yet another vagary the stage is set for more treachery as trecherous elations transpire these illusions are real true emotions you hide will reveal the real-self inside mask upon mask, virtue you defy the thicker skin the deeper the lie hate, vanity, lust and despair - all stand beside me hammer the broken back into the mold a melodramatic volta in drawling monologues unveiled I will not stand for the perversion in me would you dare to asses that your ideals are corruption at best the surface stares blank and cold as you revel in sin the damage don on display twisting the shape of your claims your intellect, framed into a state of mind controlled by what you sought to find drawing conclusions the stage is set for another vagary watch us trade individuality for mimicry regress to impress, violate to instigage full intent - no consent hollowed out to fit in the mold is this a dogma or a fabrication these mental alterations you carefully plant live the live, fake the dream, are my illusions real the deluded acrobatics you shamelessly feed me the body is a shrine to defile the mind is a tool to revile our will is a relentless force to abuse and create an altered self, a shadow world without end the body is a shrine to defile, the mind a tool to revile the will a force to abuse the need the thirst to use revel i skins, repent your sinsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
