Insert Remedy Through Confusion
Falling, descending from grace
Emptiness-in filth cure means deceit
I’m waiting for SALVATION
And the dead shall reign beside me
So run, as past builds our fate
Tethered and bound
Heartache and blood
And fear I can't hide
Kill the thrill to be free
Suppress my heart
Collapsing itself
In dreams of truth
I loath and defile
In profound confusion blessed desire...
Oh, it wakes...and quakes
Tidalwaves of godlike passion fray...
And then fade
If love was my crest and a means to survive,
Existing only in self-righteous lies
Now, with fury I degrade my kind
Within bitter strength resides
My God in me
Waiting for this cleanliness to
Flee from me
I, a key that unlocks the cage
Also the one with which demons are made
I
(After such a time in perfect union,
all these opposing forces tear me to shreds.
Kneeling at the altar of disgust I realize
how deep the abyss I’m staring into, is.)
Malice, bleed the weak
Hardened
-curse every creed, prayer, empathy swollen
Taste hell-the only way to
Push, and pull you aside
Push, until you bide
Pump, and grow me inside
Pump, until I crack
Religion is weak
Religion thrills the weak
