A Part of Nothing
Thou hast withered away in midst of thine scorn
All of us here art unlucky to beest born
We quarrel for nothing and searcheth only not to find
This earth hast beclouded thine mind
I misprise this world and those who walketh in
Ye all believe in a fictitious concept, sin
This is a lodging of dissociation
To free thyself from societal manipulation
Myself, well acknown to this hellish culture
I am waiting to beest picked apart by the vultures
I desire not to beest alive
But I, plagued by the fear to die
I cannot help thee now that thou art here
Here we belongeth though things still aren't clear
Our kind shouldst not breed
Our kind shouldst not breathe
Existing among these mindless carrions is a curse
Bethinking existence and nothing worse
Those gents wanteth not us here at all
There is nay changing or begging, we all fall
Myself, well acknown to this hellish culture
I am waiting to beest picked apart by the vultures
I desire not to beest alive
But I, plagued by the fear to die
I desire not to beest alive
(Blegh)
Myself, well acknown to this hellish culture
I am waiting to beest picked apart by the vultures
I desire not to beest alive
But I, plagued by the fear to die
All of us here art unlucky to beest born
We quarrel for nothing and searcheth only not to find
This earth hast beclouded thine mind
I misprise this world and those who walketh in
Ye all believe in a fictitious concept, sin
This is a lodging of dissociation
To free thyself from societal manipulation
Myself, well acknown to this hellish culture
I am waiting to beest picked apart by the vultures
I desire not to beest alive
But I, plagued by the fear to die
I cannot help thee now that thou art here
Here we belongeth though things still aren't clear
Our kind shouldst not breed
Our kind shouldst not breathe
Existing among these mindless carrions is a curse
Bethinking existence and nothing worse
Those gents wanteth not us here at all
There is nay changing or begging, we all fall
Myself, well acknown to this hellish culture
I am waiting to beest picked apart by the vultures
I desire not to beest alive
But I, plagued by the fear to die
I desire not to beest alive
(Blegh)
Myself, well acknown to this hellish culture
I am waiting to beest picked apart by the vultures
I desire not to beest alive
But I, plagued by the fear to die
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