Welcome to a world of pain. This is the day of your conviction,. Mortification. Dragged away from home on blood red nights. Slave to a brutal system forevermore.
Deceived of all your dreams. Betrayed by all your leaders. This shall no place to be. This, a dead-end future. . Take a walk through grey, concrete deserts.
I know that they will bleed in hell. But where is justice in this unjust world?. Where is the truth we died for?. You feed the lie they fight for. Where is the truth we died for?.
When I'm in this state of mind.. I'm wishing I was blind.. Sometimes life is more than pain to me.. I feel the power of my grief.. Death would be such a relief..
This beautiful world.. It looks so nice filled whit sound and light. I. T smells so fine so much bliss.. So much perfection a modern world a new society life is fast, but I'm not fast enough..
An insurrection of the lost. With courage born from despair. An end for the years of anguish. A battle in the nation's heart. . Uprising of the lost. In the abyss between the worlds.
So much terror I have seen. Fought endless years for their revenge. Now I know this struggle ended nowhere. I am remembering with shame. . I feel my time has come.
Architects of the apocalypse. Architects of the apocalypse. . Greed and addiction drowned their pity. Washed away their thoughts of compassion and regret.
They walked and walk among us. And carry on their vileconvictions. Education is prevention. This is our struggle, this is our strife. . We took just a fight.
A quest for resistance. A nation reborn. Reborn into a new world. Waken from the dark eras. Ruins of an insane dream still cast their shadows. And demons from the past still walk among us.
These darkened days and restless nights. Are passing by, passing by like never ending years. What is left for me to keep me bearing up against this pain.
You suffocate, I bind your limbs. You suck the life from me, like leeches on your skin Soulless fraud, turn the screw, no act of god, as I judge you. .
Knock me out. And put a stone on my head. Or throw me on the tracks where the steel can kill me quick. The sound of emergency is stapling a fright upon their ears.
Heart stop, and carry on through the light.. Can you tell me what I'm missing?. This sleep sought after twists the dagger in the question of what lies within..
Constant is the parade of ashes. Keep the distraction, bat those lashes. . Built up the monument to. Built up the monument to break it down. . Concealing the intent of fascists.
Sometimes there's a crack in the world that I can peer through,. And see it for what it really is.. There's an ugly face staring back at demons of everyone,.
Wandering below the hadean seal. Shaking, mortified, making my way back to nowhere. This skeletal mask brings a demon of the day. There never would have been a light if the messenger in still life had regard for the son of the damaged soul.
Beauty is but a visual in fantasy. Mistakes are only real when you slip out of it. Beauty is but a visual in fantasy. Mistakes are only real when you become the mess.
The screams will echo on a quiet night. Silver faces, an unholy cathedral. Death has come. A sacrifice in this duality. Our blessings given as the children moan.
So many reasons why one should never entertain the taste of the red. A cry for a life of innocence is key to her head. Keep running back to kill because it might make it easier.