Lowly Oiran

Treated with such neglect unless
Stopped in my way
I blame these strings
Destroy outer skin
That make my finger calloused
Lessened as the string rusts from my malnourished blood

Taken from hard works day but with the heretics pay
You see them but only in red
These corpses end up in full spread
As scorn is my trade
These songs grow from a hateful space
Watch as they spit in a lessened face
Waiting around in my room as my never ending form is about to be in fatal lore

Can't speak with no tongue

Pressure me as my limitations are a husk
So as we rebuild its only under a fucking shameful dusk
Prayers fall on deaf ears
Stuck in an uncomfortable atmosphere
And I'm between these empty walls

Every sentence that comes out of my mouth
Is presented with a chauffeur? (I deleted the lyrics.)
Underneath the ceiling
Molded by the syphilis

Begone from these demons I raise my hands
Met with silence
I forget my own decrepit Place
Left with almost nothing to lose
On my own path



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Arrow
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