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GraveSite Worm Raid
I’ve changed myself………….
So many different personas conceived
An that person I believed was in fact me
So many times becoming someone in the reflection
The horror that I didn’t even know
A stranger on the prowl neck bolts come loose
Dr.Frankensteins abomination
Alternating the concubines of your shallow weak willed mind
A state of self-denial, guilt, and wondering who the fuck I am
Succumbed to DooM in which everything in I believed!!
The vague incense of essential sorrow
A freak off the meter a mutant breed
Feeling it crawling squirming within underneath this skin!
The sickness!! I have withheld a barrier
That coats your heart as it eats your head top
til it concaves brainwashing your conscience
Every single beat changing..into my slave
The beast itself delivered unto me
Transcended memory captivated within
Hands at a folding stance in the shape of an X
To rot an decay....
With that I perish forgotten history
To rest heart dried inside my chest
Are you now finally impressed?
Worm’s raid you’re futile concaved peanut sized brain
Eating internally from inside out my whole being
Stripped clean from the base of this soulless core
Lost in the hazy spiral collected by deaths bony clunky hands
At least obliterated while performing a knights last war’s roar
Tossed up like a coin for luck to make a decision
Of who goes first but like me never came back down!!
Dying in style corpse tossed in the dog pile
Eyes when they close life as you know it will be erased
Thoughts an dreams die with the maggot food that is your mind
Just a cryptic shell where a soul once did reside
A freely given life an a short amount
Of unknown precise calculated quantity of time
Never die with regret
Which my story myself sadly never got a chance to end
As I’m stepping on through to the other side
Half fire, half-light
Shadows highlight my fleshy mortal framed exterior
Life’s whole meaning suffering!!!
Believing in demeaning the incompetent population
The witch! of the castle we have built upon
The endless pits of echoed innocent screams we all endure
In all our minds but at most times
So helplessly stuck in between
A purgatory paradox
Heaven and hell blind lurks sinful black smoke
Behind all living races suicide is someone’s lovely bony bride
Broke as a joke only friend a rope of simplicity
Portrayed deaths an conspiracies the wicked have come!!
Rid the skeletons hidden underneath the hood
Of your pristine superficial Christine death machine
Still as a block of ice under it all a smile painted for illusion
Gods children aren’t we?
Justified as we being all his hand made human beings
Linger in the stench of time diluted mental regurgitated regret
They too will perish like me an you
An there conclusions of climatic life decisions
Will shortly disappear blanketed
By amnesia to
forget....
The definition of what it feels like to dream
But the thought up idea, the memories
The idea will birth new beginnings an one day live again!!!!
Underneath Mother Nature’s walking ground
Soiled hands scathing to break free
A dramatic group of dead walking zombies born again
In hopes of gnawing on the costume skin
Of this worlds unknown godsends
They squirm an harshly squeal hand reaching for freedom
Instead of loosening the grasp of the brave decayed
So many different personas conceived
An that person I believed was in fact me
So many times becoming someone in the reflection
The horror that I didn’t even know
A stranger on the prowl neck bolts come loose
Dr.Frankensteins abomination
Alternating the concubines of your shallow weak willed mind
A state of self-denial, guilt, and wondering who the fuck I am
Succumbed to DooM in which everything in I believed!!
The vague incense of essential sorrow
A freak off the meter a mutant breed
Feeling it crawling squirming within underneath this skin!
The sickness!! I have withheld a barrier
That coats your heart as it eats your head top
til it concaves brainwashing your conscience
Every single beat changing..into my slave
The beast itself delivered unto me
Transcended memory captivated within
Hands at a folding stance in the shape of an X
To rot an decay....
With that I perish forgotten history
To rest heart dried inside my chest
Are you now finally impressed?
Worm’s raid you’re futile concaved peanut sized brain
Eating internally from inside out my whole being
Stripped clean from the base of this soulless core
Lost in the hazy spiral collected by deaths bony clunky hands
At least obliterated while performing a knights last war’s roar
Tossed up like a coin for luck to make a decision
Of who goes first but like me never came back down!!
Dying in style corpse tossed in the dog pile
Eyes when they close life as you know it will be erased
Thoughts an dreams die with the maggot food that is your mind
Just a cryptic shell where a soul once did reside
A freely given life an a short amount
Of unknown precise calculated quantity of time
Never die with regret
Which my story myself sadly never got a chance to end
As I’m stepping on through to the other side
Half fire, half-light
Shadows highlight my fleshy mortal framed exterior
Life’s whole meaning suffering!!!
Believing in demeaning the incompetent population
The witch! of the castle we have built upon
The endless pits of echoed innocent screams we all endure
In all our minds but at most times
So helplessly stuck in between
A purgatory paradox
Heaven and hell blind lurks sinful black smoke
Behind all living races suicide is someone’s lovely bony bride
Broke as a joke only friend a rope of simplicity
Portrayed deaths an conspiracies the wicked have come!!
Rid the skeletons hidden underneath the hood
Of your pristine superficial Christine death machine
Still as a block of ice under it all a smile painted for illusion
Gods children aren’t we?
Justified as we being all his hand made human beings
Linger in the stench of time diluted mental regurgitated regret
They too will perish like me an you
An there conclusions of climatic life decisions
Will shortly disappear blanketed
By amnesia to
forget....
The definition of what it feels like to dream
But the thought up idea, the memories
The idea will birth new beginnings an one day live again!!!!
Underneath Mother Nature’s walking ground
Soiled hands scathing to break free
A dramatic group of dead walking zombies born again
In hopes of gnawing on the costume skin
Of this worlds unknown godsends
They squirm an harshly squeal hand reaching for freedom
Instead of loosening the grasp of the brave decayed
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