I have healed the broken wings of fallen angels and laid the wildest storms. to rest. I have tamed the fury of a thousand oceans. All I've done is to fall asleep.
Sometimes when I think about it, it doesn't make any sense. I mean I'm alive and plan to be for yet another seventy years. Time waits for no one. Not even for god.
Here I am in my chamber. In my room full of words. Always searching for patterns that will give life to a line. My poetry is frozen though it's beginning to melt.
[Chorus]. You create a hell for the ones to buy your illusion. You design a spell that you cast upon the forsaken. Hortative. You engender temptation.
I thought you were my friend. I gave you my trust. I would've died for you. Then the second I turn my back. you fuck me over?. All love is lost. . Now you have the nerve to tell me you're sorry?.
He never knew struggle. Never played by their rules. But the things to which faded bound him. Worked to blacken and bruise him. Using all of his strength but still losing.
I thought you were my friend. I gave you my trust. I would've died for you. Then the second I turn my back. you fuck me over?. All love is lost. . Now you have the nerve to tell me you're sorry?.
Stereogothic void - predestination of being.. Psychothronic schizoid - conditioning the future.. Past without content - life without meaning. . The New World Inc. executes standardization.
Two thousand years of unrealised eschatology. No hold for divine dispensation. Obey through my external service. Value my redemptive power. . Feel so much gratitude,.
Planetary sickness, the state of the world.. Time, Death, God;. inbreed overkill altered through decayed moral causing global infection.. Compulsion of matter,.
A synthesis of collective existence. A dialectic of the old order and the new world. Demise; a fall of Absolutes. Imminence; a choir of celestial flutes.
Subtle manipulation, it all comes down to accommodation. Integrity of belief, integrity of behaviour. You reckon they are your saviour?. . A generation of no return, howling, it becomes eternity.
What can be heard of the sentiment of soilent green?.. The B-29 Bomber, Enola Gay; a personified Grim Reaper,. leaving behind a mushroom-cloud and heavy ground haze,.
Manifestation of the Storm Detonation.. Abandonment, renunciation, nuclear abrasion.. Maximum reality, ultimate reality.. What do you long for, Doomsday or Alienation?.
Congregation unity; faint as your ideology. Concentrate all in sterility. Morals runs riot in an endless variety. Of fragmentary post-solidarity. . Never share the effort, symmetry in lines.
Growth; is that what it takes?. Disintegration; a world full of snakes. This is Machiavellian Strategy,. An extensive form of tragedy. . Evolution; countercharge the ambivalence.
Planets beyond numbers; worlds concealed by faith. Our thoughts will turn the sublunary worldview straight. Order in chaos from an indefinite system. One step mistaken and the great scale is broken.
A depiction of the lamb, the lion, deplorably portrayed.. The beast, the dragon, as in shadowy imagery,. have the power to take away peace on earth.. The threshold's here as the sun turns black,.
Ultra death, hardcore trash; give me your call.. Holy death, in presence of which I gave you it all. Conformity through terror, rapture through restrain..
Worlds onto planets, existence built on faith. We are the generation of the earth, mastered at any rate. We are the people of the stars, mansions of the moon.