Premeditated conscious behaviors brought on by the dead and fed to your children
Punish me for my wickedness and bury me with it
I keep my lies locked in a space of secluded emptiness
Force fed bile for your amusement
I'm used to this abusement
Killing me with unadulterated pleasures
You make the world so pretty
Taking me back and forth to dimensions of the unknown
I drown in it
Trying to dry my blood stained eye lids
With soaked sheets of egesta
Pure wickedness is born from the shadow of my own abnormality
Seeing only through cimmerian of a perpetual darkness
Keep yourself assiduous to obliterate your anamnesis
Forgetting the true meaning of love
Raping my childhood of all that was
Lay back and relax; this will be fun
Passionately moved by your overwhelming insecure dilution of love
I move forward
Cutting out your atrocity
Starting with your tongue
Tied to the bed
I bleed you dry
With Salt covered wounds
You scream: then die
