My breath is resonating,
And my passion is resuscitating.
I feel glowing vibrations fuel my dying pessimistic surrealism.
They are coming from my echoing sub-consciousness.
Stand in your clique, Iíll inhabit mine,
But I am the very essence of a downward spiral.
I am bloody, brooding and viral.
Hunt your game, Iíll fuck mine.
We are both a scintillating pattern,
The burning and peeling is entertaining me.
Disturbance is around the corner,
Discrepancy comes from the earth.
Nothing makes sense now. Death is birth.
Love is hate. Sex is rape.
Even though we are broken,
We are still a pattern.
I will worship God, you bow to Saturn.
Yet we are still a pattern.
I sing to this to my mirror, to myself.
In my mind, my conscience screams for help.
It is trapped, and it will rot.
I AM EVERYTHING YOU ARE NOT.