I can hear the dogs in their hysteria,Salivating for the taste of our rotten failure. Brutality of flesh and bone Making enemies where there were none
I'm bleeding this time for no reason at all. I just miss the feeling of losing it all SO USED TO IT (I am the cave of life and death and the blood that
has the light become part of the machinery? has the hand become part of the disease? has the body become the unwilling vessel? hahahaha how simple to
I think I'm rotting on the inside. way down deep inside my soul... I've built this little coffin that I live in every day. I peek out every day or so
I want to hate you. I want to knife you. I want to kill you. you made me this. you ended me this way. I live in this house in the name of suffering. I
Long ago, a crumbling whole of me was split in two. Spat forth into darkness and light, like the Birth from the womb. I live like this in stillborn life
We're all rats in a maze
Unto the lost, of contagious hunger and broken hope infested, will come malevolent men. Hands outreaching, of black hearts hidden And vampyric lust sheathed
Crawling like a rat, scraping eyes out along the way. Trying to be the first one to the end of the maze. You'll always be a beggar, a waste. so fucking
find a lost man lost in his loss of control. find a lost man get lost in his loss of control. become useful for the use of the user. become the dog bone
We're bred to follow and be devoured, to feed the machine. it's like suicide of the self, the mind. Killing the free will, the transcending. Twisting
(on beaches of bone the siren sings. and you cover your ears, but it's the song you used to sing. there's no escaping as you are pulled into the sea...)
imagine to set one fire burn out the infection spread the ruin end the tyrrany I saw you shut out the light tape the black fabric over your eyes and this
I am part of the gate. cold hard rusted keeping the prisoner inside. I am just an outline... disease starting down so deep eating its way out. this is
Instrumental
I have come to accept myself. But I still reject all the shit you stuffed in my mouth. Justification in my rage, Born into hope then led to a cage. So
Wake up from utopian artifice long way the glass houses break Art of war Wields words as weapons long may the glass houses break long may the glass houses
...in all this time I have learned that no one speaks my language. I learned long ago that I walk alone. (I don't believe in me) what can I say, 2 days