Inside these arms is a life pumping liquid
That is no one else’s but mine
And I wish upon the stars that she cries that dancing with Satan is almost like dying
Teacher, Preacher tell me what these words from ancient languages mean
And how they have any sort of connection to me
I’m reaching out and grasping at rocks to climb this cliff
But every so often I find that my memory clicks and all of life and categories clumps together
So I let go and feel the wind catch me in its graceful arms
And I drop in an ocean like a drop in a puddle
Redeemed, Complete, Limp
To die; to sleep; no more
I am the violence that this world has befriended
Knock, knock, knocking at the door. Twist the bronze handle and swing life open.
I’ve become so afraid of what’s happening out there that I’ve locked myself in this cage for days on end.
Stockholm syndrome, I’ve fallen even more in love with myself
This world is but a stage, but it is all mine
You are but a character inside of my mind, crafted from impressions upon impressions upon reflections
Like mirrors I trust everything I put in front of you because through your eyes I can see me
I trust that everything in front of me isn’t going to rebuke me and shatter my fragile figure
I can finally breathe knowing that this stairway leads to nowhere and I’ll be spinning in circles endlessly
It would make so much more sense to me if I realized my entire plan was a fake
I’ve consumed so much that its time that I reciprocate
Fractions of fractions help me relate this to myself again
I’ve lost the leash I once had on this faith and the chain is leaving a bruised stain on my neck
I will hang here for days until someone discovers this door hasn’t been opened in weeks
And the stench from that room smells a lot like death
“Cut him down! Oh you of worthless faith! Resurrect his god and add a few more titles to help him survive in the world a little bit longer!”
This system is just another machine that pulls me down and picks me up
As long as I am here, I am worthless
So I sink back with that machete in hand and work my way to the chambers of Kings
I’m going to assassinate my idols in front of the masses to release the prisoners from the island of dreams
