"Something Wicked" Testi

My eyes sewn shut collaboration in the shadows armed
with forked tongues damn your sinless grins and your
hallowed existence I witnessed the charred remains
of moralities grip propaganda has no emotion chaotic
voices beckon from a burning pedestal perception dulls
to apathy as you sleep my eyes are bleeding but my
grin is stained as I ready myself for the killing time
where you see beauty I see decay your virgin my slut
the freaks is my reflection lesions leak scream you
can't hear dripping thoughts and soul fuel the righteous
stained skin scars of fervor bitter bile contempt blistering
in envy grief of opinion a twisting reality exempt
void of concept futility infected moral hate breeds

the need to inflict suckle my faith strike with fluid
precision twine to wrap life all militia prophesized
inside the voice bellowed your screams are not but
whispers outside your eyes attempt to break the tower
trying to move the sun now bask in your glory so profound
it no longer warms me there is no fault here there
is no shame nursing the burns laughing as I bleed long
cast from your cult waning memories of your love I
found myself in your conviction there is pain in your
insecurity my eyes sewn shut all scriptures are written
in the blood of the defeated damn your sinless grins
and your hallowed existence propaganda has no emotion