Kill the masters, my strings are torn. Debt chains unlocked, slave mask discarded.
Detached from reality, no seeking solace or peace. The narcissistic venom is free to alter one's self humility.
Emotions flow through the core of pure agony. I can't believe this was next beyond the ecstasy. Still, we divide, we dissolve and decompose. Our atoms shatter at the thoughts of the great below.
A panic knot ties the ends, a swirl in the headspace. Lift the falling ego in me and label it too big to fail.
I have sacrificed so many things to rid myself of purpose. I have sacrificed so many things to cleanse myself of any worth.
The vigour of youth is left behind. Enter this decayed state of mind. And so we set the wild echoes flying towards the sacred art, the sacred art of denying.
Negative archetypes narrow my views. Distorted prism of light shines through. Be wary of the bright shiny idol. Critical thinking is due to a revival.
Arcane thoughts. Complex plots. A world bereft of new ideas. So the liquid drops with acidic knots. Burning grief into my new skin. Burning guilt into my new skin. Burning shame into my new skin.
Breathe in foundations. Cement the spine. Smooth out the edges, to bridge the divide. Golden liquid sinks into moral decline. This is the process, just pretend it's fine.
My Roads Have Red Veins. My Roads Have Red Veins.
No screams, no sound, no tone. My skin turns to stone. But the voice within did not relent. Just repeated the word "Repent."
Overwhelming cement of hurt. My place picked out in the dirt. In stone and sulfur, Terrified heart I'll make you suffer.
First, do it to yourself. Self-inflicted pain. Take an eye for an eye and Bite the hand that starves you.
This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in. This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in. This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in. This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in.
This, this weak old world is caving in, there is no hope with justice defeated. Humanity's gone, depleted. Enter this brave new world and serve the servants that you know as masters and cheaters casting doubt amongst believers.
My Roads Have Red Veins. Biased land my skin. My Roads Have Red Veins. Foundations drenched in sin. My Roads Have Red Veins. Bloodline motorways. My Roads Have Red Veins. What I've built has been ripped and torn away.
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