Sickshine Medi
We can't involve ourselves in social ethics we LOST our
soul to search of higher grounds we crave protection
from the human mind proper justification is the
question and a struggle of unwanted sight inside of us
the skeleton cannot support the parasite the silence is
closing in on every side in our minds a fear of what we
visualize no source of that which has created us no way
to name another deity and feed on its ability to
somehow make someone believe all we ever need to see is
in its seed let me become renewed in the ashes first I
must burn don't leave me here don't let me starve don't
leave me here don't let me drown as I could drop this
synthetic stumbling abortion illiterate synthetic
stumbling abortion defense is only offense attack
destroy control release relax refuse resist temptations
of all the accusations on you you know your only doing
what you have to and everyone is going to laugh at you
as well with this loud wind of whisper of sad thought
dry future to face the longest cloud of loss feeding
empty lives from the inside reality distorts as
consciousness contorts the grindstone is washed away in
the sand the leaves are teaching us to drop to dry up
in the wind we try to stretch the pain into the years
to some and then we can realize the tarnish within
crusted at the corners of the mouth glimpse into the
dim realm in the corners of mortal eyes cry and
convulse in the corners of lonely rooms glass crumbs
after shatter grinding in swallowing the remorse in
stride sub-still born uncreatable fetus f..ck the game
never dies or concerns itself with the outcome it is
ever present and it eternally numb to the pain of all
players whether small time, or doing time a blind face
that presents itself at all times and ruins lives