Acrybia Till Another Disgrace
With brittle exertion
Of innocent lies
He lays down the rules
And the face of destiny
And as he gives himself airs again
A sudden betreyal of those forgotten
Can strike him down
For never fulfiled
Promises and filthy seals
The eye passage entry
To another false chance
To another disgrace
Made to be believed
Thorned inside
Made to be believed
Wounds increase with every hit
Of grotesque hero
The supposed directives
Make me an absolute zero
I've tried to find
Another god
To live down
All my shame
Vaccum urgency
Of spine-dry flesh
Thurst me in madness
Again
Sadism of mercenary provocation
With all these ancient gods
No regard – my withered world
Dwell on – clear mind
But broken bones
Made to be believed
Thorned inside
Made to be believed
