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Look at the empty its here it is real had to know it was coming but I never thought it would come from an ally this is my fall waiting for this coma self induced by the comrade, coward I am the walking dead so soulless I’ve become I have become

Try to take it all back, what can be said what can be said

Agoraphobic in my own existence isolated in this dead end scared of my own being collapsing under all the whispers there’s no getting out of this cage me in by the voiceless terms of your casting
I can stab myself I never needed your help (x2)

Chapter was done the book was closed the redemption was put to rest a new beginning was set into motion a revival had to be set in place had to bring it all back for a spotlight shift my personal snuff film watch and masturbate and masturbate

Human delusion:

Everybody came together to find a new enlightenment they didn’t like the nothing in the bleak the crutch was set in place the mass swung to the lead of the few they were all cleansed it was the purification of the non existent parts

This is mass hysteria everyone is needing something they really don’t its in the DNA to feel the acceptance to feel the belong these are the hunter gatherer primal tribe urges you are only feeling the sense of community and nothing else take a stance against yourself try it on your own discover yourself by yourself the spirit we gather on is just old inexplicables given to a mystical force I can feel my spirit eroding and I like the way it feels

Tell me some more about how wrong I am tell me more come on I want to know more tell me of what you think is best for me tell me again of what has got to be

These synthetics will be our death. (x4)

The stench is all around me its pestilence is inside us all light this parasite leaching life cause standing alone is not a fault. Eating what’s fed to you only to infest and fester leaves the want to stitch an eye shut kill these harams with disgust

These synthetics will be our death. (x4)

Slave to the invisible glam worship a pathetic material addiction delineates a lifeless generation an end time is now here not from an apocalypse but from a lack of our best interest still blank eyes remain stagnant get branded by names always indebted a total submission from a complete non-existence.

Surrender and comply:

And everything breaks eventually cant control the fate that was meant to be this touch has become so violent yet soft to caress a new cancer dead alone in the elation shuffling through the debris that was so promising

Never will be all things wished for in time
This is meaningless the pain cannot hide
Manipulate it to be come the lie
There is no escape surrender and comply