| The screams of loneliness get pity even from deaf ears The thunderous moaning of my heart is all tehy want to hear The abyss that never bothered, all of a sudden, turns back its' cheeks The years of empty stares, severed by their cares, now see me weak And what can I do but bare my wounds to scrutinizing eyes Show them what gravity my blood will obey when I die I stripped of any shield; I speak without my wounds My body holds up but my spine cries it's doomed Declivitous, deciduous and growing new skin The spite in my gaze is the hope that's dying The scales I grow are sharper than vengeance And cut apart the flesh that was a remidning hindrance Too much, given up. I change only to lose I should leave in the way I choose Extricated, explicated, corrected, myseld dissected from birth I scratch against the limits of this earth You are my incentive to open a vein You are my definition of pain The sinews of my procumbent inner child Leap out of my mouth into a void to be devoured I lose all my strenth in some psychotic limbo A place that glues a god together, a theurgic threshold Its the dawning of an orgy of vexatious sepulchures Where seraphim leave, from them : the blessings of nightmares And serried down the stairway into the mouth of hell The underwolrd separates my body from my bell The sequacious understanding my consciousness now sees The pattern of life where only immorality breathes All lined up like lackadaisical, lachrymal lemmings Trying to find ourselves before our skin starts shedding You are incentive to open a vein You are my ddefinition of pain Too convolved, to evolve, I fall unable to absolve My eternity, theophany, came to me, and what I see Is every face, I hurt, disgraced, and now I taste a dead embrace Concentrate, lacerate, then erase this fucking waste Three layers of sweet endings Faster, harder, and deeper My own way of surrendering Stab, twist, and drag The losing score, the closing theme Pushed, pulled, and shoved Another mouth to speak of dreams Pop, spit, and breathe Pop, spit, and breathe Pop, spit, and breathe You are incentive to open a vein You are my definition of pain Concentrate, lacerate, then erase this fucking waste Concentrate, lacerate, then erase this fucking waste |
| The Cutter's Euphoria |