I'd Stab one eye just to see past the illusion
I'd rather choke then breathe the curated stench
I see no king under the crown
I see no queen on the throne
Just the copy of a cunt
The clone of a whore
I will not see throught the eyes of fear the cursed blessing
That comes with the cheer of the fool
I think I'm just as lost as you
Every moment through the filter of may hate
I try to look away and see no light
But I climb this mountain built on scars
So here i sit
In sweet decay
Try not to breathe in the stench
I will not see throught the eyes of fear the cursed blessing
That comes with the cheer of the fool
I think I'm just as lost as you
I have seen the end of time the corrupt and the divine
The manufactured outrage of the manufactured drone
Just the copy of a cunt the clone of a whore
I will not see throught the eyes of fear the cursed blessing
That comes with the cheer of the fool
I think I'm just as lost as you
