In this calm, I am a storm. On this rose, I am a thorn. You cried wolf. You fucking got one. Feeling it like a punctured lung. Black bags and awful aches. Take it out on a flock of doves. I couldn't give a flying fuck! No! Wishing I had space, well I don’t. Some people lie, but only face down. From. Tomb. To. Tongue! We hang on each other hopes. I'll repeat these words for eternity. "This is going to hurt you more than me." I'll repeat these words for eternity. I'm the peripheral poison you can't seem to shake, so stir. Guaranteed paralyzation. Quality suffering. You cried wolf. You got one. Xerox fangs seep into open pores. Addictive harmony behind closed doors. In your world I’ll be no more. No more. No more. No fucking more.

I'll reach into heaven to attack your soul. Thought you could turn back on a world grown cold? Soaked in embalming fluid, we'll hold this post. Stay humble, stay resilient. Wash your brain 2-3 times, every waking day. Let the phone be smart. Man is machine, god is great, heaven on high.. Give me a fucking break. Ouroboros. The snake eats itself for the chorus. Ouroboros. The snake eats itself for the chorus. Hate this. Make me hate this for reasons of pure ignorance. Make me hate this for reasons of pure ignorance. (I do what I can.. For a quick death! Cause the wolves are at my door, the wolves are at my door.) I reached out. (I do what I can cause the wolves are at my door.) I reached out. An angel fell. Nine circle spell. My only reverie is that ours don’t come true. To the fools who neglected the burning hands on my back. I made a deal that’ll shake for eons. It’s important to build relations in life but what happens when your love thinks their God’s sacrifice? Do what I can for a quick death but I've come to find out I mean to be here and that’s the fucking hell I live with. Constructed from privilege.

Emerging from the swamps, I found you clung to my skin. And I knew it was, it was love when your teeth sunk in. This parasitic relationship leaves me craving more. Such a friend, one the heart does not brace itself for. I'm starting to fade into a nice pale, matching the walls that surround me in. One more pint and it'll be goodnight. Suck away darling.. like my life depends on it. Suck away darling.. like my life depends on it.. I depend on this! I always wondered what I'd see through the eye's of a leech. Drain me of reason, this is high treason. I'm going against gut feeling. You sold me out. You broke my trust. You left me loathing the shadow of his ghost on the coldest fucking coast.

Blood warms to ash. A heart stolen with fingers still attached. Water to wine at a pace hand held by kings Forge a sunset for people who don't deserve it. The eyes roll, the crowd cheers. Ivory, now valueless; The snake starves. Fruitless fathers can't find fortune to feed more. Mantic mothers divine their daughters pure. Oh, what this world does to the people I know, once knew. Much isn't mentioned about home anymore. Dark ages now return with confidence.. and a sickle sharpened. Infestation of grief and a reason to be one with use. I want nails for hands, a hammer for a voice and a leech like spirit that I command. That I command. Exterminatus. "Exterminatus. They don't even know us. Beta version 2.0." Mind wide open. Your not alone. Persephone, don't you dare ignore me. I've been knocking on the gates of hell. I've broken Medusa's spell and my blade has a story to tell. Even though the snake is dead the grass must be burned. Purge existence of a beta 2.0, I can't take this. Purge existence of a beta 2.0, I can't take this. I can't take this. Exterminate. Exterminatus.

A plague ridden tale of a devil with no horns. It's growing frost where it used to burn. Cold-blooded creatures, do take concern. I assume an assumption of a near lesson learned. Oh good lord, the dead are giving birth. Remain docile while cancer creeps the Earth. I'll just sit back and take the pill in these crucial times. I'll just recline in my love seat and pray to "13" families that I survive the heat. Raising mental awareness is a instrument of defeat. Stray victim to a forced, fake deity and claim no strength from greed. Today is the oldest you've been but the youngest you'll be. Mark my words. Make your own. Mark my words. Enjoy the rope. Enjoy the rope. (It seems around every corner there's an addiction. Of pain, of love, of lust, of drug. As kids, we jumped gallowropes. Now we own dreams and hope. Clutching on, not letting go. Holding tight, although we're sure to bloat. A choking desire to never slip. You know? Responsibilities handed down. We were basically born underground. Dodging death and decision, killing ourselves for a fucking living.) Why would I consider what is left? My whole life was a slow knife between the fourth and fifth rib. Why would I consider what is right? A martyr of a starless night, dragged and worshiped in the sunlight. Your ghost, it's all I fucking see. Yet, your eyes still haunt my dreams. Virgin harlot on a red letter day, making me question my integrity. I'm seething beneath my teeth, waiting for someone to catch me. Hey, I think we might be wading out. Are you happy yet? Are you happy now? Are you happy yet? Are you happy now? Well I'm just walking misery. Overdosed on empathy. Will this shadow ever leave? Will I ever... no. Will this shadow ever leave? Will I ever... no. Still dealing with your ghost. Will I ever... no. Still dealing with your ghost.

Numbers keep going.

All within our collapse, I saw roses grow from your face and that visage you presented.. it still haunts me.. to this day. I'm eternal. Killing to be born again. A paradox in itself. Take my tongue. Put it in your mouth. Eat me alive. Taste every word I've said. Old god in my chest, bless this mess. Stir beneath the crust, burdened with a curse I can't trust. How could we be so callous, so careless, so blind.. blind to the fact that we sleep between razor sharp teeth? Eviscerate me. Me. Swallowed by the maelstrom's final breath. Mutiny amongst the madness, legends now claim savage. A chalice is raised, a master is slaved, as horror begins to say.. Your entitled to the maw. Siren preach your holy psalm. Convert what drags us on. Shuffle the tide like a weathered deck. Upon a raven's crest I'll be. If only in my mind. Reality still must bury me at sea.

History is a crime. War ashes painted across my face. I do not die, I do not live. I'm outside the cycle.. catching glimpses from within. Exile with blue pill problems. My mass grave, no vacancy. I'm radiated, contaminated, the CDC wants me duplicated. Demon days, can't forge or fake my way. Didn't mean to harbor all this hate. Now the ships just rust in their watery graves. Reoccurring dreams of a stow away. Choose to neglect the banner praise. Can't recall what I was to say. Still I crawl to the podium; *ahem* Attention... (As we cut through the silence. The river runs red with the blood of an angel we cannot forget.) Even bad luck needs a break. I'm keen to notice mistakes you made. Any progress is shrouded in black disdain. Your wings will spread like we said, like we said. Your wings will spread like we said, like we said. Give a knee and repent. An arms worth should cover the expense. Supported by a loyalty so immense. Learning how to fly isn't free. To the people raised underground. We'll only let you grow till a ceiling is found. Begin thinking down, start digging.. now. History is a crime. Don't feel so profound, start digging... down. Down. GO. Flesh. Bone. Surrogate of a clone. Flesh. Bone. Property alone. As I balance all this weight. External war waged across my ugly face. Don't you get it? Even bad luck needs a break. (As we cut through the silence. The river runs red with the blood of an angel we cannot forget.) Won't shelter this pretty waste. I think it's time to erase atrocity seen through the eyes of thieves. Begin thinking down start digging now, digging now. Don't feel so profound conquering grave-shift crowns. (As we cut through the silence. The river runs red with the blood of an angel I cannot forget.) I'm not a problem, I'm a plague and the cure is on it's way. I do not die, I do not live. I'm outside the cycle staring on in. Recessions shared, nothings gained. Even bad luck needs a break.