Handshake Murders Bloodline
Lines of evil men who regret nothing their hands smooth
silk white
porcelain mouths stitching lies
but I am the one who's left here to degenerate
living the moment that I stop breathing
am this curse of retribution
I am this collapsed engine of hate that burns
the indignation of the ones who feel it rise inside
raze all mental structure systems that resist parasite
and the absolute infestation of consciousness
taste now this reckoning for father's blackened bloodline
our revelation is
silence our wings are lame pulled from groundless heights
fitted with an eyeless stare of tangled gray
hallucination gravitating wires collapse all hope
we are dead dreams
no way out forever in the throes of succession
over and over I eat your sin
re-living the moment that I stop breathing
