Rotting From The Inside

It never happens all at once.
Slowly rot from inside as the facts come in.
Slowly die inside when the opinions start rolling in.

It never comes all at once.
Just sits dormant as it makes you sick.
Slowly becoming ill as the truth remains thick.

It never dies all at once.
Slowly losing it's breath as time passes.
Slowly losing its life as people forget.

Breathe The Death In

There are so many ways to die.
It's so easy to assume that we'll all die of old age.
But the reality is our demise is not our choice.
We must make due with what we have.
My choice is to break even.
Breathe the death in.
It will make you feel more alive.

Let It Fester

Hold it... Let it fester.
The synthetic don't wound.
Fuck me... Let it hurt.
The mannequins don't bleed.
Rape me... Let me cry.
The fake don't care.

Raise your hand, and I become the bitch.
Raise your voice, and I become the beast.
Raise your good heart, and I become the knight.
Raise your iron will, and I become the king.

Dead Years Old

When I was the youngest & I was just able to think, I felt dead.
When I was a little older, I learned more & I felt dead.
People grow up, we all grow up.
We grew older, and some fell under.
Life continued and so did we.
Got a little older, learned to hate life.
Got even a little older, learned to hate people.
What happens next? I can't honestly tell you.
However, the pattern I see must be clear too.
Will I be the same when I get older? I don't know.
Maybe I'll finally reach the age when I'm not dead years old.

Lacking Sympathy

I won't shed a tear for them.
I won't feel remorse from within.
Just because they gave up.
Just because they were too thin.

Just as they lacked hope.
I lack sympathy.
Just as they lacked life.
I lack heart.

It's so easy to change your mind once someone is gone.
To forget about everything they did or would do.
Forget about everything that ever made them who they are.
Because they are already forgotten.

The true tragedy lies in the loss of sympathy, not in the loss of life.

The Shape Of

Mass disinformation.
The propaganda is the drug.
Feed them what they want.
Nobody knows what they want.

Conforming to the shape of shit.
Maybe your mind isn't as sharp as you thought.
Incapable of thinking for yourself.
You conform to the shape of shit.
Revel in the socialization.
While your mind rots away.

Easily swayed by others' opinions.
You're conforming to the shape of...

Infinite Nausea

You did it before.
Now I'll do it again.
Race to the end of it all.
Before it has its great fall.

I can only look at you when you're not a disgrace.
Don't scare me away with your disgusting face.

There were times that it all was for nothing.
Now it means everything.
Count the days until we're dead.
Remember me from toe to head.

This is the last straw.
I am the one you saw.
Don't believe everything you hear or see.
In the end, there's nothing left to be.

Nausea plagues me when I'm unhappy.
Nausea gets me when I'm down.

In Your Hell

The taste of mistaken revenge is so sweet.
The thought of life that awaits you, is a treat.
Your own situation granting my satisfaction.
I thank you for your idiotic misconception.

Your misguided mind is a disgrace to mankind.

Dead, While You're Alive

I died too early.
When I was just beginning my journey.
I wanted to escape the insanity.
But I got trapped in another reality.

Trapped by my own fear.
Death, it comes near.
As I wait for the end.
I smile for my friend.


We have no reason to feel guilty.
This is how we survive.

Because you're dead, while you're alive.

Roseskull

Some offended by a skull.
Others offended by a rose.
If you learned to be more thoughtful.
Your mind, you wouldn't close.
It isn't to say, you shouldn't be human.
Being a machine is what you're doing.
Comfortable with conforming so you don't have to think.
You'd be better off cut from the link.
Chained to the rest of humanity.
Sickened by your utter vanity.

Humanity has no hope,
                   when you're alive.