Lirieke: Otep. Thots.
:
Nothings changed
the senates still corrupt
& the emporer remains insane
and everyday
is a new strain of slaughter
supply lines are less protected
evil on all sides
eye can smell the death on your flesh
-- creeping in
trapped within the twisting fingers of fear
and all eye see is ewe
that face
those eyes
burning like leprosy
eye can see u there
poisoning the air
prostituting Nationalism
and eye want to attack
to rip out your heart and lay your flat on your back
and vomit a world of agony and truth
into your throbbing illness of memory
... and hate guides our way
eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back
for the acceptance of death and blind cave war
the giving sleep of depression
the sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggression
chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples
in the harem tents - outside
just beyond the edges - eye ride
a cycloptic mare in the fires of imagination
feeding my disease
a river of plagues
eye need something to remind me eye am still sinning
that pain in important
that wurdz matter
that healing in possible
that eye am not alone ... in this
- guard the houses
- triple the watch
- maidens, dig up your sorcery
- sirens, sharpen your rocks
... ewe will eat my pain again
whatever u need
unite messiah ME
Nothings changed
the senates still corrupt
& the emporer remains insane
and everyday
is a new strain of slaughter
supply lines are less protected
evil on all sides
eye can smell the death on your flesh
-- creeping in
trapped within the twisting fingers of fear
and all eye see is ewe
that face
those eyes
burning like leprosy
eye can see u there
poisoning the air
prostituting Nationalism
and eye want to attack
to rip out your heart and lay your flat on your back
and vomit a world of agony and truth
into your throbbing illness of memory
... and hate guides our way
eye long for the icy slap of a belt across my back
for the acceptance of death and blind cave war
the giving sleep of depression
the sweet elucidation of savage, meaningless aggression
chiseled in the meaty forearms of Mother Jupiter and his slave disciples
in the harem tents - outside
just beyond the edges - eye ride
a cycloptic mare in the fires of imagination
feeding my disease
a river of plagues
eye need something to remind me eye am still sinning
that pain in important
that wurdz matter
that healing in possible
that eye am not alone ... in this
- guard the houses
- triple the watch
- maidens, dig up your sorcery
- sirens, sharpen your rocks
... ewe will eat my pain again
whatever u need
unite messiah ME
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