seduced of my virgin descent raped of this primitive trust instinct... an art of overridden wrath twisted and bound into my own flesh break down... this existence a wish of death... a tired warm breath disturb the subtle side of me expression my quality scratching this sanity into my walled mind... my sustain of pain a slut of love... the lover in sin let these beatings begin ...begin... get out of my face... disgrace to your race, your kind left your own friends behind ...undecided oppositions fall... complications... no money need to borrow time... no help can't seem to get a straight face ...a fit of intense anger... thinking... planning... switching the choices daily seeing my life through frames an urge that repulses love and rekindles a pain increase the purge for more... your faltered game listen to a word actions speak-out... wipe-out words that lie emotional thief... held my grounds reveal solutions to weakness conform to the trails of man breaking down of morals punishment worse when younger I can smell the aroma of life the elixir of ill-forgot lies taste that indulges in sin waiting to be taken in... youthful nightmares made reality through diagnosis crawling to these channels of comfort through the stains from beatings playing these razor keys to instrumental horror the cities of living people, the valleys of the dead songs sung by the swarms of flies over carnage the kings that endure the life of filth ripping through... digging deep chasing me in my dreams penetrate the dialect a broken deep thought... learning lessbottle of cheap wine the vintage mind from a not so good year expose a deep hidden need you've left me... leave me... i've left me for this reach on unsanity speechless in this silence... speaking louder... screaming, no one hears you're seeing nothing more than you care to see what you don't want to see garden sick creatures the mind grows to fertilize the concepts with shit touch my hand... sink inside my dreams reality distinct to the point of fear repeating an idea to over-analyze disgrace the strain... overload... blown in your face confine this pre-made conception force-fed the lie of hope... choke on it these truths untold... behold... now pain this solitude for a higher love striving for some kind of excellent emotion I don't think you would like to be me sexual repression has led to devianceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
