| Stick your hands into the mass of the Maggots, the wormy little shimmers inside of the failing Hope, I'm drunk from the Pain, so steady is the posion in my vein. The one that connects to my Strain, Straight into the fight, I'm a stain on your life. Theif, repress the need. Fed. I feed the Snakes fangs flesh to tear from bone so I won't be alone. The fruit of Knowledge, the truth of Constant edge crawling. Pull from the maggot mass, a Mask of Skin, blood, bone, fill it up with a face. Show them how society you detest. Heres a Riot of the Cerebural cortex, go ahead, suck down the similies with a vortex.. I'm stiched inside of a Maggot infested carcess. Sorted around the graveyard of Life. Incoming of the Night..Listen. I am, am a Demon. not a Kid. I am a menance, not a New scent. Divulge this, you inept muse.. Wishing. I am a Beast before I am a Feast. I'm not food for the wolves. I am a Monster before I am a Man. I was nonsense before I came clean. I shed the skin of Defeat, Nothing is the only thing you'll take away from me. ...All of this is found.. Inside the mass of the Maggots. I justify my needs, so I believe, I try to trend my Endeavor. |
