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letra de enemies left to crush - primitive rage

torn from the womb and cast to the fire. dying in immortal h-ll or decaying in this mortal sh-ll. niraya, i’ll be reborn in h-ll: forever searching for my place amongst the stars. there is a silence i truly long for: an infinite gaze into the dark. i’ll walk this earth a hungry ghost
for every piece of myself i tear apart and -n-lyze to death: a reflection on my own pain or a heavy burden on my chest. in an endless dream the beast of grief overpowers mе, reminding me of how filthy my own skin is. every momеnt that i drag myself down i know i could be progressing on. i won’t be the enemy. like the dying sun i will blind all those that dare gaze upon my flesh. like the victors’ sword ripped from the beast that blights her with distress
strangled by the hands of god. left into this life and robbed of happiness and hope, of reasons to move on. with nothing left inside but a broken simulacrum of god. purveyor of deceit, deceiver of the gods
bloodshot eyes, smoke filled room with my fist upon the glass waiting for something to change. constantly counting on a bullet in my brain. steel on skin, bloodstained t–th; in my own eyes i feel so cheap. nothing ever changes in this f-cked up place. doomed to live full of hate, born to early or born to late, cursed to darkness or bound by fate. endless cycles with no escape. i find strength in my hate. cast out by my own mind
putrid ball of flesh; rotten to the core. living just for profit; a self fulfilling curse. choke on your words. a sycophant with an axe to grind. “praise be the vision!” say those that are blind. suffering, forever shrouded by desire. a scar unseen by eyes, the devil in disguise:
a scourge on the earth that i will eradicate. a vicious disease, pure filth manifest in human form. i can’t wait to watch you f-cking die. through the clash of steel and crush of bone you will be rid from this earth. a ceaseless greed destroys and pillages the land, forcing our hand. “a new day will dawn!” poisoning the earth, i will return you to dust
defiler of the truth clawing at my skin so i’ll do anything to feel whole again. late night nodding it’s a “self inflicted curse”. a spitting image of the violence i’ve inflicted on myself while searching for anything to numb the pain. to start again. forfeit my body succumb to the same. my skin peels back but i feel no pain. yet like every waking moment of this weary life i will remain. remain –

- primitive rage

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