My world is what I create I built it overtop of another that was bounded by lust and fate I am God in many ways Crawling eyes and dancing skies forever step with textile minds while planted as we all pretend the roots we grow we must defend. How could I dare break the locks of secrets to Pandora’s box? The purest of all entities are slowly tacking over me. Congested by my own intentions, malice and serenity. Overthrown with logic’s functions, now I know I’ll always be... The God of feces and of shit. The ruler of all pigs The weak among the strong is the gene that carries on. The only way to live is take and never give The only way to live is take and never… Give a shit for what I rape. As the crying sounds of every child is a market to captivate. As the past predicts the future of a kingdom coming down. Ashes fill our brightest day as we begin to drown. This ball room’s filled with neon lights, we dance until we fall. Discontent with many moves. We fret for what we call The specific needs to every breed although it cannot be achieved. For what we’ve build is what we burn our kids are taught to never learn Through buying love and premised bliss, minimum wage and happiness. The last is near, omega clear, a season spawned by dusk is here. I am God in many ways I’m God and I’ll be Praised I’m God in many ways I’m God, I am God Systems of a lonely color are fabricated by each other Debauchery is our choice of way Shine deceit upon our fate Seem the use to break away, the use to be okay the use to know you feel, although it’s not real. I am God in many ways I’m God and I’ll be Praised I’m God in many ways I’m God, I am God Every fucking democrat will one day kiss my righteous ass for they all need to be controlled; burned alive, shot or stoned my world has been victimized by corporate laws in mass disguises everything that they crate has been a plague to my estate I will rise above the rest with all my thoughts and no interest In saving all humanity, cause now I know I’ll always be... The God of feces and of shit. The ruler of all pigs The weak among the strong is the gene that carries on. The only way to live is take and never give The only way to live is take and never… Give a shit for all I feel our lives are barely real A god without a thrown a term to live alone.

Confusion leads to anger Pleasure follows pain. Confided by my hatred And these scars I sustain. Many cannot realise what is in-between Everything confusion is… is blinded by belief. There has been a tragedy somewhere between the lines I must live so many lies, so many lives opposed to mine There has been a tragedy somewhere between the lines One day I will fall, and the world must come down with me. I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here Devoured by anxiety, the state of mind Emboweled with sin’s entity; engulfed by time While monumental figures display father’s son Security and weakness like a loaded gun For father as I knew him, and knew him as love Eternal hope from rosaries and kingdom come A human’s handbook for a fool has been portrayed Americanism arrogance for everyday Annihilate and segregate senses atrophied. Or fall and kneel for forgiveness relentlessly These are now my choices that I cannot hide For such a shame theirs nothing left between the lines I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here And I will never feel the satisfaction of god I will never feel the satisfaction of love If I could choose I’d burn us all If I could choose I’d burn us all And I will never feel the satisfaction of faith I will never be content with this place If I could choose I’d burn us all If I could choose I’d burn us all A nation of destruction, a world were Heresy is the unwritten Social policy And at the same time individuality is based Upon how well we can imitate goals Sustain your reality; sustain your perception, Hopelessly oblivious toward your own minds, As animalistic needs overwhelm each moment. A million lies will cover up a fragment in time As each sin begins where will the beauty fit in. A repercussion to your own demise. I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here I am not the victim here, I am the guilty one, I’ll fall I am not the victim here, I am not the victim here And I will never feel the satisfaction of god I will never feel the satisfaction of love If I could choose I’d burn us all, If I could choose I’d burn us all And I will never feel the satisfaction of faith I will never be content with this place If I could choose I’d burn us all, If I could choose I’d burn us all If I could choose I’d burn us all, If I could choose I’d burn us all

Hypothetical hierarchy a maudlin mediocrity Hate for freedom, free from reason. Hypothetical hierarchy a maudlin mediocrity Hate for freedom, free from reason. Hate for freedom, free from reason. Hate for freedom, free from reason. Maudlin mediocrity, hypothetical hierarchy Hate for freedom, free from reason. Inept we are the wicked men who led the way to Sodom’s end. The systole to our open heart has ceased as we now fall apart. So, here we stand and pay the price for years of lust in paradise. Consistory of misery, brought on by our malignancy Hate for freedom, free from reason. Hate for freedom, free from reason. A hypothetical hierarchy a maudlin mediocrity Hate for freedom, free from reason. Hypothetical hierarchy a maudlin mediocrity Hate for freedom, free from reason. Free from envy, democrats and all the love I never had Hate for freedom, free from reason. Hate to every fucking whore to every cunt with open sores Hate for freedom, free from reason. A Maudlin mediocrity, hypothetical hierarchy Hate for freedom, free from reason.

A sane entrapment of the desolated who have never been so sedated. A Darwin ape or the cause of rape, we’re all animals either way. Fuck, fight, love, hate. When Life is lost procreate. Fuck, fight, love, hate. When Life is lost Fuck, fight, love, hate. When Life is lost procreate. Fuck, fight, love, hate. When Life is lost All these values from a whore; a human lord who we adore Comfort kills initial sight exchanged for picture perfect lives. And I appear, so fucking proper, so fucking quaint. We are all the lonely ones and we have been forgotten. The touches of love a deadly kiss, then we’ll soon hope we’re something. We are all the lonely ones illusive as it seems; hopelessly oblivious to fantasies and dreams. Build a mask construct a face, make alterations start again. Hem expressions; all your faith. Now splash on pity… be embraced. Just settle down; and shut your eyes, wash off your grease and taste your lies. Now cover me with gasoline and throw me at a single spark Antagonise, perpetuate rejoice as what we really are… I will never join the human race instead I’ll laugh at human fate. As office towers reach the skies our hopes and dreams forever die. We are callused we are bruised we spread our thighs and we are used Within our lust is all our rage building our lives inside a cage We all see the future come and no one cries until it’s gone…Yet now it’s gone. Fuck, fight, love, hate. When Life is lost procreate. Fuck, fight, love, hate. ‘ Til Life is lost All these values from a whore with mother’s lust a child was born Nascent narcissistic needs abolished by our own true greed. Waiting for the weak to fall, while hoping we could claim it all. Buying low for selling high lets lock n’ load and never cry. Fucking is your own true friend when fighting is how you depend On loving what ya think ya need, the taste of putrid air ya breath Judging what ya think is wrong, when life is lost; just pass it on. Disgusting as we’re all so vain…

The path I walk is beautifully empty. This path is what I've made of me. My future casts an ugly shadow. Shadows of my entity. Illusive as I’m sure I’m dreaming of a goddess overwhelming me. I have thought of many pure intentions, intentions just can never be… More than dreams. More than dreams. More than dreams. More than dreams. Printing on my empty notions. Graceful love and fantasies. Transcend with purpose ill devotion. Animus and apathy. Illusive as I’m sure I’m dreaming of a goddess overwhelming me. I have thought many pure intentions, intentions just can never be… More than dreams. More than dreams. More than dreams. More than dreams.