Bone Crown Deformity

My pain negates fear When the end is fucking near Don't let that go over your head 'Cause your death is mirrored Your strings to breathe are pulled by a callous god I'll blend your head to concrete in camouflage I don't recognize the world you created But I'm the god that memory has forsaken You'll rave about my wounds My whole world is seizing Won't wave goodbye at your tomb As I'm forced in leaving The thorn ripped from my side Goes to the lowest reaches Exist but be spread in pieces Negation of a grave You are no longer fucking safe Your contorted body wearing a bone crown All of the pills in the world down You won't be found You say I'm outside I created the outside You're the shifting of the flesh I'm the outcast by design I don't recognize the world you created But I'm the god that memory has forsaken You play a game of a pivotal wordplay savior I don't have time for schizo-birdbrain fucking favors And in case, you feel a way to die Each blade is known to ricochet and end your life Facefuck this serrated blade Regress and gag on the wounds you've made For the last time Sworn to my instinct Cold and stiff, slowly sinking Releasing you won't make you stay away Chains ripping at your skin Fading to gray Releasing you won't make you stay away Now you're the essence of bone crown deformity