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Condition : Becoming the Grotesque Monsters
Folder:
"Death is Your Patient Anxiety"
the metallic taste
the vocal waste
the decomposing faces
the numbing places
the flickering vision
the building tension
an unsettling sensation
climb from rubble of your past
only to find your memories
won't allow it to stay too far back
the person you've become
molded from the all you've done
and what has been done to you
has failed to strengthen your view
when the words would belittle
and the fists would bruise
your anger now constantly pursues
a vice grip once it has caught up to you
brooding with rage
in her grace
she makes our turmoil cease
from bended knee
we crave
we seek...
the metallic taste
the vocal waste
the decomposing faces
the numbing places
the flickering vision
the building tension
an unsettling sensation...
...the blood she sheds
when her eyes glow red
she is our vision of death
with wings unfurled
we are a scourge pressed upon this world
her beauty is darkness designed
to claw at the eyes
assault the senses and break the mind
she wants you...
she wants you...
she wants you to...
give into her lullabye
she wants you...
she wants you...
she wants you to...
take the knife
the prison lies within our own eyes
we gaze upon our future
praise our fear and long for immortality
she is the creature
that cultivates our belief in otherworldly realities
we love for
we fight for
we hate for
we martyr for
we oppress for
we confess for
we die for
we kill for
we're the monsters
we're the monsters
we're the fucking monsters
she wants you...
she wants you...
she wants you to...
give in (to what you always have been)
