Existence

The Existence

Black Jack Is Back (With Something Big Up His Sleeve)

Feast Upon Secretion

my eyes
are bleeding all the thoughts within
the pain of fighting my own mind
from all the thoughts of sin
my mouth
has fled and left me no right to speak
from worshiping a deity
who spits upon the weak

tears these are not tears
but idols of that death inside
fears, all is gone but fears
of belief in a statue that cried

worship
praising
worship
die 
worship
praising

Captain Fritzl (And The Basement Of Socially Acceptable Party Games)

Disobey

Chocking on your misleading words
I can not control my violent urge
Sicken by your touch
you make my faith rot
peel at my own skin
fuck I love this sin

Dont you try to hide
your fucked up life

Dont you try to hide
your carved up skin

you make me so sick
you hateful bitch   X2

you took everything I loved
you took everything I own
hateful bitch 

It took me awhile to hide my denial
but I am still here, Destroying my fears
destroy my fears
Burn the world x2

Violent Relapse