| The Mass with Inonations cause fucking complications. Fill me with Nothing, Spill me as blood would, soul feed, the Worm Wood. Speed demon of No one. Break the glass, hit the emergency trigger! feel the pain, crawl away with Rage! blood stained pages of the Bible, sickening thoughts of the Morbid. We are what we are, we did what we did. They say it is our opinions they should Forbid. All of us they should what? Rid. Motherfuckers of the Mind, senseless, meaningless, shit they talked time after time. We are! Concrete Issues! We are! Scar tissue of Society! We are! None of the Loved, only the above, destroy their God's son, strike down their opinions. Flying with Worlds far beyond. Clashing the Battles of the mind. Slipping deeper, Further, even I am the Keeper of those Visions and Dreams.. So it seems, Screams is all I can hear. What do you need to see when you retract the last act? Fuck you, Fight me! Face me! Feel me! See me! I am and always will be! the Nightmare you Fear! American with Intelligence! American in a Listening Silence! Knowing the mistakes, waiting, for the time. To strike. |
