| Inside the cemetary, the midnight moonlight rains down, and the Creatures of the night reign supreme over Power of control, so commply or be commpelled to die, feel the lie, kill some time, remember, whats yours is mine, and whats mine is off limits. Cut the skin of life, to see what it conceals, feel the cold chill run down the spine, riddles upon Rhymes, ties, denial, compile all the things which have been seen, decipher the pile of Lores unheard, Sift through the scene, and burn another Nun, all of the punch lines, what did you say? It was just another Pun. Coinsidence I think not, be sure to remember that what I have you havn't Got. See the cure? Its a little flimsy pure piece of art, attraction of derailment, read from the parchment, shift into sacralige, the sentinal isn't sentimental, I'm not accidental. Murder is an Art, Sex is a Start, lust greed, bleeding, Breeding, Feeding, needing, Heeding no warnings, just taking, and giving, Weaving another Cloth, another suite for you to throw on and join the system, fit it yourself, take the hit then place the pain on a shelf inside your chest. Remember to be the best, you have to beat the test, you want to on me, I won't condone you. You want to Condemn me, I will never let you in. Never let you win. I won't give up, I won't lay down, I won't die without Killing you first, since Birth, Iv had a memory for the obscenities. |
