I’ve found comfort in my suffering and uncertainty in happiness and death, what’s next is such a mystery to me and I am terrified of all the things I feel but cannot see
Friends and family put your hand into my hand and lay your head into my chest, you are all that I have left
I shudder at what I have done
The dawning sky brings forth one forsaken thought
Death cannot live, for I now dwell in the palace of decay!
… and I shall stay — the hands of Fate.
…isn’t this what you asked for?
A Mountain of Filth — Haunted by the Screams of the Dead?!
Hahahaha — Foolish Mortal. What did you think…? You’d shackle the hands of time and defeat the gods themselves?!
Sweet Vanity, you’re my Favorite Sin!
I hear hieroglyphics were drawn by artists with no talent on stone tablets…
A whisper of divine prayer while I’m hiding from the world in the middle of Times Square
Once again, empty horses gallop through the violet door —
follow red crooked courses….
shadows on the moonlit floor.
O, my stars — winged creatures
gathering in silken height,
like the last human teachers
Lone mountain topper, thrown lighting rodder
Screamin’ ‘bout science, wide and defiant — out into the cumulonimbus — violence that sky
And I get it, I let it power my epic — my clever go getter
Get better my fever, heat of forever like aether and whatever holds together Giza
Tremble in the presence of Her majesty
We haven’t always maintained light
Cattle in a cage & a rattlesnake bite
It won’t stop until everybody is free
Until everybody is free
Everybody is free