In the face of grave defeat
I heard cries for mercy
No barrier of self control
No innocent composer
Abusing love and like a child
It puts your pain upon itself
When the calling finally comes
There'll be no one waiting
In blind despair taking in
By any glimpse of freedom
Sell your soul to buy some time
Infect all your longings
The thought that God has taken sides
On the path to breaking down
Disconnected but not alone
Screams of the children are the background noise
In these thoughts of what is wrong
I have no conclusion
I'm the flaw
Still nursing wounds
No sense of self to speak of
When does enough become enough?
When does "no" have meaning?
Unknown "Dark Fetish" Purring
- 16 years, 11 months, 9 days ago