Memory is a sweet, fickle thing

Enticing and torturing

Maddening depression that dances

On our minds

Ask for sadness

Sadness is better then apathy

Everything's dead

Why can't you see?

Existence has become intangible

Feel alone

At least then you can remember

Remember when you weren't

Drown it out with the world

Drown is out with obsession

Drown fear with hate

Humans are programmed machines

With slight variations

That are in essence

What we waste our life living

Intricacies of past passion

Are nothing but wasted time

Angels don't exist

Devils don't exist

Replace my crucifix

With a portrait of my hero

Found my hero to be a liar

Replaced his portrait with a empty gun

Religions are masks for God

Infinity rules them all

Infinity sick yet sweet

Angst and joy

Found out all I hear is bullshit

Even the least of lies

Has little truth

Bullshit!

Bullshit!

Stop feeding me it

Every ones messed up

It's a fact of life

Pipelines of lies

Affection comes with deception

Hate

Love

Trivial

Incomplete

Inexistent

We must find a perfect

Balance

Of our love and our lust

Because we have all had

Way too much of a good thing

So put down your flask

You have had your fill

Anymore will drive you insane

I once heard

Hell is repetition

But there is no hell

It's gone!

It's gone!

Immoral life

IN the quagmire

Pathos

Pathos

Chains and fetter

Bound in depression

Makes it so much better

Do recurring themes

Make you feel right

In a garden

That kills what naturally grows

Dime a dozen

Home made Shakespeare's

Hate

Hate

Love

Love

It's better not to ask

Just to know

To wait is to dream

To dream is to die inside

Addiction

Need

We feel these to feel something

Apathy so cruel

So hated

Yet embraced when looked upon

Needy

Mope

Mope

Whine

Whine

All you do is whine

Why can't your world be better?

If better it makes mine

You re always right

You are always wrong

In a skewed perception

Of angles and surrealism

The disconnected thoughts on

The idiot plane of reality

That makes the epitome

Of art

Make me suffer

To

Make you better

Sadist

Imperial pig

So tired

It really pains me to dig so deep

Into ones thought process

Lie

Lie

Lie

Lies

So easy to do

Deception your favorite tool

Why can't one be one's self luck of the draw

Copse on display

Corpse on display

Corpse on display

Art of brutality

Art were so good at

Very good at

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Tools of killing

Held in hands used to hug children

We laugh at our irony

Of our mouth that speak profane

We speak

We speak

Then kiss those we love

But if love is everything

Which is destroyed by infinity

Back track our prejudice

What do we have?

We have SMG's

Fully loaded

Pointed at those we hate

Pointed at the world

But mostly ourselves

Don't be scared

Don't run away

You haven't gotten your

Brain washing today

Scared??

Scared

We all are

Eyes

Eyes that see the lies

Lies

Of society

Society is man

Society is our downfall

Self destructive then

Because if society destroys us

And we are society

It doesn't stop

Time

Time

Time

Our holding and our drifting

Do you need?

Do you need?

Do you need?

A knife?

A gun?

Some poison?

It's all the same

Homicide

Suicide

Addiction

Methods of chaos to ensure order

THE PEOPLES POLICE!

Do you need?

Do you need?

Do you need?

A romance?

A family?

A love?

Methods of order to ensure chaos

Is it over?

Is it over?

Does memory end to begin again

When we know we may never know again

Our last precious time

Is spent ignoring it

Laugh

Laugh

Cry

Cry

Shut up

It feels like we might die

On some very human road

Carved into eternity

Of the spiritual continuum

Of our past, future

Do you need?

Do you need?

Do you need?

A corpse on display