Depraved Dark Arts

Nor win or lose
You got not to choose
A twisted mind
Owning your will

Undead inside
A pathetic cry
Will not escape
From the deranged pride

Fed with lust
Amongst no trust
Just play along
Enact your role

It feels like dying
Alone
Entrapped again
Nowhere to hide nowhere to run

Decrepit abstention
Towards the world
The new born thrives
With innocent cries

Yourself for yourself
And one for their own
The rape of the mind
The burning of souls

Decrepit abstention
Towards the world
The new born thrives
With innocent cries

Yourself for yourself
And one for their own
The rape of the mind
The burning of souls



Credits
Writer(s): Damian Ymirson
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