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breathe
dilute your senses
surrender your beliefs
you’ll never make it in this world if you don’t fix yourself
you’re starting
to crumble

what am i?
my own flesh has turned against itself
in a broken world
who will offer up salvation?
what am i?
just a maggot to be fed to leeches?
with the devil’s root
i refuse your condemnation

breathe
dilute your senses
let me be one of your beliefs
you’ll never make it in this world i know
you’rе starting to imagine this is real
crumble

brеathe
suffer
crying out in agony
pain is a sign of progress
holes
burning
a need to be fed
pain is a sign of progress
corrupting my vision
the floaters close in
my blood can’t react like the veins that it flows in
collapse from the poison of your temptations
will i be reborn?

day in day out
thoughts numbed from affliction
a price must be paid
dead cells for perfection

day in day out
the scar creeps like a demon
pull the scabs from the wound
a slave to direction

breathe
dilute your senses
let me be one of your beliefs
you’ll never make it in this world i know
you’re starting to see beyond the real
crumble

why can’t i feel like i’m entire?
pieces, alone without desire
why can’t words bring a respite?
enduring the absence of all light
dissecting intentions made clear your vision
desperation led me to a lie
f-ck
i’ve been so blind
betting my life on fixed odds
what is your cause
setting a price on death’s call
judgement will fall
strung up from our lungs up to our skulls

blameless tears stain the cloth of martyrs
still sleeping daughters
blameless tears stain the cloth of martyrs
still sleeping daughters

conducting all your slaves
our screams your symphony
we’re burning from inside
a blackened offering

conducting all your slaves
a shrill cacophony
we’re husks of hollow bone
a blackened offering

conducting all your slaves
a tortured cherishing
we’re crumbled broken forms
a blackened offering
behold
the scourge of the prophets
ideas can k!ll the mindless
crave sight like the blinded
it’s not worth dying

breathe
dilute your senses
surrender your beliefs
you’ll never make it in this world if you don’t fix yourself
so crumble

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