Resurrector

The writing on the wall is running onto the street
Became the fifth raven, I’m widening into nothing
Taste human smoke as I draw near
Enter resurrector number nine
Call open season on thought crime

Oh Lord, I’m screaming, end this torment
As the shit fills my lungs, my skin is crawling
A litany of corruption, a written lie

There is no question, I held this cross far too long
Some things you’ll never know
A bend, a twist of the truth, dead, torn and far from rapture
Slowly tasting suicide, this corruption is a painting

Don’t stand so far from it, choking into life
You felt dead liars, you don’t smile
Wounds run deeper with each passing day
A bloody memory
You’re so shamed and I’m fucking cold

I run my fingers down my neck, this monster haunting you
Is but a taste of the hell you’ll meet after life
I guess you’re just another fucking whore
To Abaddon and the corporate lords

Tastes sicker than revelation, there is no pariah
But yourself, spiralling, ending this fucking life
You’re but an object in their game
You lick this dirty rotten flesh
And we all suffocate in our special way

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Pray the Angels

I’m praying for the weak,
They’ve found another martyr,
And the blood is screaming through the floor
Hell, it’s a shame that life is too tame,
I’ll liven it up with a hint of white noise

As the skin around your eyes rots and falls from your face
The smell of burning comes shrieking into life
Retching in the darkness, wires run farther into the grave
Revenge, one cold, white male
Strafing, darkening, we learn from such an early age

The widow suffocates and, crawling towards the door
The flames run higher, embracing weakness
You lay in it’s thrall
Annihilation, paving a path so weak it’ll crumble under my weight
And where will I lay then, some dark place with nothing but faith in fists
And the light reflected from my blade

You’re dripping piss into the soil
Far from the depths of suicide
I hold up your face and look into those eyes
Pulsing, dimming, shuddering out the lies

I’m praying for the weak,
They’ve found another martyr,
And the blood is screaming through the ground
Hell its a shame that life is too tame,
I’ll liven it up with a hint of white noise
I’m dreaming