I’m a slaughter house freakshow
In a martyr’s masquerade.
I got another reason to believe
But is that really what I want or what I need?
Am I a butcher
Cutting lives for me to feed
Or just another pig
Eating the fat of broken dreams?
Can I take from me
Like you take from me
Or am I empty
Cause it’s all I want to be?
It’s psychosomatic
as we wear these scars in lyme.
Bury the hatchet
Cause I haven’t Nero’s time.
Your god won’t grant me
A single moment to enjoy
All the beggarly lives
He leaves us to destroy.

My mind is cold
My heart is blind
I….

Wish I was right.
No matter how I change my mind
I’m a sinner of consequence
With a purpose not quite defined.
I wish there was time.
But, there’s no one who’s so inclined
To understand my residense
In the hell I have designed.

It’s out of my hands
Did you think I had a choice?
The fascist wear lines
In every misbegotten joist.
Do you feel it as it
Slowly drifts away?
Embrace the plaque of
This misanthropic day.
Bury me
Cause it’s all I’ll ever need.
I’m worthless now
Your  gods know it’s all I’ll be.
So judge me now
With your endless knowing glare.
I’m retribution
That will not return your stare.

My mind is cold
My heart is blind
I….

Wish I was right.
No matter how I change my mind
I’m a sinner of consequence
With a purpose not quite defined.
I wish there was time.
But, there’s no one who’s so inclined
To understand my residense
In the hell I have designed.

I scrape my teeth on the shame.
Why don’t you feel the same?
Here comes another reason
To believe in me.
So why don’t you concede?
It’s ancillary in fame
It’s all your soul could invade.
So strip me down,
It’s all I want
It’s all I need…

I wish I was right.
No matter how I change my mind
I’m a sinner of consequence
With a purpose not quite defined.
I wish there was time.
But, there’s no one who’s so inclined
To understand my residense
In the hell I have designed.