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wormwood descending - dysmorphic demiurge lyrics

black lie!
the wicked stand and applaud
how dare they push me out
to suffer desolation?
vengeful pleasures to torment
the wicked pay the price
so f*ck your desolation
and f*ck your castigation
and f*ck your indignation!
and f*ck you all!
your folly forsook your sight
so f*ck you all!
and wallow in your hopeless plight

see the innocent rise
decked with broken, battle*scarred hearts
as medals on their sleeves
not with pride, poignant reminders
of how they came to be
moving around, shuffling
aimless ghosts like sh*lls of those
who went off to war
and never came home again
taunted, haunting only themselves
there is a reason why
our punches don’t land anywhere
in our dreams, and all we
can feel is the constant shuffling
our chests heaving sighs of regretful exhaling
our hearts constantly break
over and over again
from forgotten memories
and the heaviness of clinching
a void because it’s the only thing that hasn’t destroyed us yet
a man’s home is sacred
a sacred sham which we create
in order to give the
illusion of safety

sinking slowly, falling deeply, fading softly
pulse eroding, senses failing, thoughts escaping
visions of waters made bitter flood the place where my thoughts used to be

a raging dream
a virgin screamed, and bleeding tempered grace
begat a shattered existence
her boiling blood then embraced
fawning parasitic fiends who nursed upon her soul
they drank her essence, devoured her mind, and left the body cold
if you can see my scars
that means i have survived
i feel like some pseudo*savior
but i haven’t yet proven i can save myself, free myself
we are never safe

the keeper snakes out from his lair
writhing, stalking
and is but a breath away
he climbs up through my spine and whispers
“forget your name
we go to black”
repeat the cycle
evil exists
it’s written in the book of man whose ink is drawn
from lucifer’s veins on parchment made of bones of false holy men

exploding of a false sun
man has traded
wonder for reason
every generation has created for itself
a child of light and a child of dark
how are we to know the difference
when we destroy our force for feeling?
we sew the seeds of our salvation
then water with d*mnation

infernal beings from raging dreams commence their sweet revenge
as tempered grace from entranced faces stumbles t’ward its end
crippling fear has paralyzed
the moonlight’s prelude groans
and i am left to dream of things that haunt me when you’re gone
distance feeds the primal cries
their chanting haunts the void
within the pit

the incense burns, its sweet savours annoy
fresh*pierced skin
the tepid blood drawn from innocent veins
he speaks beyond the dawn of time and quakes in ancient pain
oft spoken word that echoes as a choral cry, begets confusion all alone
presiding over dancing daemons and demands the heart needs to atone
within regrets, a quenching thirst to understand lest all thought crushed
she dreads her heart shall beat alone yet cannot bleed enough

- dysmorphic demiurge lyrics

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