What mercy is this that strangles the synapse? what creation is this that unleashes [embraces] such horror? unrelenting test, neverending change.

Introduction of a new life causes us to be hung by our hope (chemical imbalance, intwined in wire). where lies humanity in this technology? the

Exhumed, erased these articles of faith. Encoded, entombed we are forced to rot away. Led to the slaughter.
Can quivering hands kill or have they killed and this is why they quiver? The hunter becomes the prey, no tables have turned. The art is in the process, the artist is the prophet.

When will we live? Do we know we're alive, all we know is that we'll die.When this came crashing I learned to live without my lungs.
Dragged over the blades, forced into the flames. Perception of a fluid moment, crimson rains on our escape.
When will we live? This iconography of the fl

They lived to die. They cry, they scream. They lived their lives dying. We consume the innocence, Suffocation gives hope. Their flesh brings life.
Suffocation gives hope, babies die. They live to die, death in life, consume their flesh, suffocation is life [consume their flesh, entombed in

How can you understand the consequences of your actions, do you understand what you've undone? Do you understand the force your gravity sustains [crippled, battred broken and I bleed]?
Do you understand what you've undone? Impact, of skull on pavement. Flames lick my wounds. Chilled fingers

Breathe in, breath out. Indifferent to these indulgences. Recognize and begin to understand. Raped of my rights to love another human being , another living soul, my other. Compassionate hands hold me down.
To embrace this slove to kiss the dirt. Your palms weep blood, saddened by my love.

Tear into emptiness, this life is oblivious. Tear into emptiness, rip me open. Theres fire in the sky. We're living in a state of unconciousness, the nature of this state is crippling.
Suppressed with your "truth", you ingest the reality. Shoot thier saviours, disabling any hope. Cripple th

Flesh has risen, give us a name. This subject the slave is synthesized. Creation is conceived. Set free the slave to watch the master fall.
Sculpted by the artisan, this body has grown to live, suffer and die. This subject, the slave will suffer to be given a name. A descent that follows th

Whisper to me the lullabye that can put me to rest. What sweet secrets do you scream? (death comes to me). His symtpoms arise of a chance to end this suffering.
I can't see my time with these ocular lesions draining my soul. One last dance with the children before this harsh winters comes.

In this embrace, a burning purity cleanses the spirit when the flesh must sleep. These eyes are those of the masses, they see thru those of the dead.
The prophecy painted in blood, "you will rot if you sacrifice the bread for your beleif". (faith) Rise [devotion] and burn them all. One sun