With these dreams I cannot feel my face.
My life seems to be drifting in and out of pace.
Why is this happening to me?
All of these wicked thoughts seem to be controlling my mind.
It is time, it is now.
I feel myself connecting to the unreal, and slipping further into bitter fate.
Is it the end that brings the truth, or is it worth killing for?
I can feel it coming now as I’m ripping out my eyes.
How come I cannot control it? Why can’t I deny the lies?
Surrounded, spinning within walls of static.
White noise pierces through my labyrinth.
I’m in vertigo.
It was created to kill, to spill the blood of the god-sent filth.
The air that we breathe to survive is tainted with suicide.
We all take pride in basking in incest and matricide.
The scent of blood trains my nostrils.
It leaves begging for a perversive release.
I cannot remain an animal.
You cannot control this disease.
I am set free.
It was created to kill, to spill the blood of the god-sent filth.
The air that we breathe to survive is tainted with suicide.
We all take pride in basking in incest and matricide.
Oh my god, all this blasphemy.
Torment seeping in and killing me.
I adore all this heresy.
Making amends through savagery.
I am filled with pure hate.
This is such a crisis of faith.
The mirror before me tells lies, hell is not in my vile eyes
This heretic blood within is a fast paced disguised.
Wretched images bleed themselves themselves into my eyelids.
Even in slumber the torment is inescapable.
Oh my god, all this blasphemy.
Torment seeping in and killing me.
I adore all this heresy.
Making amends through savagery.
I am filled with pure hate.
This is such a crisis of faith.
In sleep I fantasize, that I have died.
The weakest of links corroded effortlessly.
Staring down the barrel through a consciousness
that’s wrought within iron bars.
Reality is a realm I visit, oblivious to the filth I witness.
Just like you.
A white canvass is filled with scarlet script.
Resisting the existence of an atoning stasis.
Sadomasochism, malicious amelioration.
Supremacy released.
Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
|
