Death and suffering all around me, no escape so why go on. When no one cares, no one's there, you die inside before you're gone. I've tried to reach the highest point of vision and my dreams appear fulfilled.
Turn to the left. Turn to the right. If you judge me for my faults. My soul searches for flight. . Awaken my violent daydreams. I am lucid and torn. Asleep, dreaming in the netherworld.
Slithering slow and sepentine coiled around your spine. My willing victim so sublime, one taste and you are mine. . Did you remember to feed me while I was broken and bleeding?.
Hear our Mother crying in silent tears. For she can't speak, she only cries She cries to me. Draw the final curtain, for senseless thoughts. And senseless hands have shaped the future.
Learning ways to fly, just never too high to die, pushing limits into the ground. Until I never come down. Burning through lifetimes without form, pure energy I am the shattered norm.
Ours is not to question the reasons why. Crippled indecision repeats the path I once denied. Insignificant, am I ?. The color of sundown,of crimson sky.
Inside four walls I live my life, doesn't matter what I've done. The government's always right. They tell us what to be, they tell us what to believe.
Do you remember the time gone. Do you remember tears like golden streaks across the sky. Do you remember, do you believe it's all been said and done. Or is it just beginning, ripping, freezing me.
If you view life as a mission. For truth and purity in vision. You can become as the anointed. And fade away from the disjointed. . In observation, I analyze.
"The darkwave came again last night.. I want it all to end, I want the world to end". . Every night the dream is the same. I sit here waiting for the world to end but it never ends.
To see the actor without tears. Dark rivers carve the years between the lines of self control. In my psychotic karmic fear,I own your tears anyway. And I am you and we are not afraid.
Hey, just what have you become. With a cash vindication. Do you think that buys salvation's end?. Do you see through me?. I'm the plastic face on you screen.
When the moon is high across the garden. that's when I'll come to you. when the nightshade blooms in your eyes. let my sin pour in you. when the forest sings like an angel's choir.
"What has been put asunder. shall again be whole". . In this neon black gloom I still see her face. She comes to me bringing darkest hour, I am forlorn.
The media loves the latest tragic suicide. They exploit it, then package it and profit from the people who die. Look at the world, look at the hell, look at the hate that we've made.
Welcome to the pleasure dome ,now take a seat the crowd is watching you. Just rats in this experiment. Now learn the maze but don't tear yourself in two.
Can I be your personal demon. Sit back absorb the words. And feast on my minds semen. Can I be the devil on your shoulder. We all fall down as the world gets colder.
We are the nothing grating against the norm. We are the something that will not conform. No one understands what we've been given. . We are the useless by-products of soulless meat.
Take me to the southern shore. Within emptiness unobstructed. My search for something more. . Take me to a higher plane. Within emptiness unobstructed.
"Again it poured over me in waves.. When she left with them she said I must. break free from the dark. I tried to tell her. of their poison, she chose not to hear..