These words of mine, that teach the love of malice
Bundles of pity, shining red, stretch out in a row
I'm all used to scars, and the burning irritation
A faint harmony out of which sprout sycophantic lies
One and all, a warped agenda that has fallen to the bottom of their souls
Within the truth we hide from each other in panic,
There lies, abandoned,
An illustrated lie
Paint still trickling down
And still I just begged
Still
Unsatisfied sense of relief, boundaries are meaningless
And sentiment drifts over out of scattered fingers
And in the reality that is left over
I rewind, to those unchanging days
Like a black beast locked up in a superficial cage
Covering my ears with a fake laugh, and the imitated friendliness
Shoots off, falling into decay
All that is left is a spiral of madness
Dark for eternity, unchanging
And peacefully just like this forevermore
Ah, this is painful retribution
And this voice that I willingly lay upon myself today is Confession
This is all my pictured desire, "harmony"
One and all, oozing intent having lost its meaning
And in the corpses that I tread upon,
There lay
A twisted world
Blood still trickling down
And still I just begged
Still
Unsatisfied relief, boundaries are meaningless
And sentiment drifts over out of severed necks
And in the reality that is left over
I rewind, to those unchanging days