Forsaken, the existence of mind Malevolent thoughts bring demise Can you feel it turn to hate Life defiled with convulsing rage Nightmare scenes still
Refuse admission of defeat A constant grind to find the truth In vast deceit Dogma burns like acid in mouth With a non belief for insipid creed Contort
Working your fingers to the bone For what rewards What have I ever received Watching worthless fools Clinging to my wake But not for long Far too many
A dead end void, puerile existence Killing time, ambitions now just a vacant urge Soul desecration Content to just dream Lost aspirations Buried in the
Run before me, with terror in your eyes Cowering in your corner, pathetic waste of life Run... For I am the violence, you alone despise And I will be
Jesus on my side. Heaven turns to hell. The god preaches hate. Sent alone to kill. Love kills the demons. But the demons kill us all. Fear is stimulations
Bound by denial. Crucified by guilt. A sacrosanct shroud of masturbation divine. Down on your knees. Consecration perverse. In temptation you drown. In
Enslaved to poison trade. Existence of borrowed time. Depraved, noxious state. Corrupt exaction insane. Down on your knees. Whitdrawal, despair, depravity
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Emotionally choked. Unable to function. Presenting a front of inabilities. You have to overcome. Punishment solitude. Shielding persona. Bliss in seclusion
Subconscious is your shallow existence. Crucified by your insecurities. Convulsing to your stagnant remains, Tursed inside out, Sucking on the emptiness
Ravaged inside. Soul torn apart, Raging distrust. Self doubt. Distorting concepts. Confusion malign. Malevolence bleeds... You dry. Twisted and warped
An empty world. Buried deep in misery. Confined for life. Never see what lies. Beyond downside. There's no way out. You built the walls too high. You
In subconscious breath, Where sanity ebbs and moralities wane, Cerebration in extremis, My nether world impends. A cogitational scourge. A rip to chaos
The way I see it Just ain't your way You won't listen To what I have to say I won't tolerate The things you want me to see Say you're here to help But
Comfortably placed within your four walls of transquility Braindead and oblivious to the carnage of life You are the carcass of society Void of thought
In the visions of utopia, eyes burn with retinal decay. Safety with all we know, takes you nowhere. A treatment to the visions of a bleeding paradise.
There you lay in your bed Electrodes stinking in your head Doctor fiddled about with brains It's conformity time now your insane Your better now with
