Perennial piosenki

With these dreams I cannot feel my face. My life seems to be drifting in and out of pace. Why is this happening to me? All of these wicked thoughts seem to be controlling my mind. It is time, it is now. I feel myself connecting to the unreal, and sl...

On the eve of Armageddon we all live to hopelessly dream. Thriving on the concept of perfection oblivious to the reality we fail to see. Blindly following the miscellaneous redundant media. And the ridiculous views of politics. Our fate unfurls into a...

Who am I to deny these wicked lambs of sanctuary? A tainted shepherd, praised with constricted hands to paint the stairway. Let me bear your burden, my wretched child. Fathering this bastard flock, corrupted, preaching denial. A serpentine docket of c...

I yearn to perceive the world between the truth that is, and the truth that we “need”. Obscured in clarity, proceeding vulgarity, gimmicked with impure sincerity. Cerebral occupation through utilized discipline. Physical deception through fertilized med...

The art of barter has no affect on the heart of a martyr. Despite your pride, you’ll fall. I provide the judgement that’s bestowed upon you all. Change is no longer enough, we’ve been living in a dream. Justice measured in blood. Awakened, forsaken, o...

Down silver spoons spill the words; Through privileged lips deemed unworthy. Like growing maggots, your presence. Persistent and proud, forced and wrong. A mirror of the masses, antithesis of greatness. The blackened will crawl, the wounded will die...