Acts of Illusions
Hypocrisy screaming
You thought you were dreaming
Thoughts of illusions
Just brings confusions
I've got hatred for mankind
And you've just got a fucked up mind
Think you could lure
I know the truth
Mistakes make up your entire youth
Your life has descended
A life we wish to be ended
An uncultured swine
Sipping on twelve hundred dollar wine
You think of your life as a show
Where you play the lead role
Steal my pride and break it in half
Inside if you the devil gives a laugh
Plow through fields of people
Killing each and everyone
Do what you will
What is done, is done
You act as you're the only one
When nobody gives a fuck
You think of yourself so worthy
Guttural splatter, illusions of feelings that don't matter
You want to keep your purity but I've seen what's underneath
When I die you can be pure by my fucking grave
Am I the only one who realizes you're insane?
You think you will be pure for your life
Thats only til youre raped and beat up like a wife
Deformation of organs
The maggots infest you
Your rotten body
It ain't even an issue
When a fucking bitch
Was killed at the end
A fucking bitch
We can never mend
You thought you were dreaming
Thoughts of illusions
Just brings confusions
I've got hatred for mankind
And you've just got a fucked up mind
Think you could lure
I know the truth
Mistakes make up your entire youth
Your life has descended
A life we wish to be ended
An uncultured swine
Sipping on twelve hundred dollar wine
You think of your life as a show
Where you play the lead role
Steal my pride and break it in half
Inside if you the devil gives a laugh
Plow through fields of people
Killing each and everyone
Do what you will
What is done, is done
You act as you're the only one
When nobody gives a fuck
You think of yourself so worthy
Guttural splatter, illusions of feelings that don't matter
You want to keep your purity but I've seen what's underneath
When I die you can be pure by my fucking grave
Am I the only one who realizes you're insane?
You think you will be pure for your life
Thats only til youre raped and beat up like a wife
Deformation of organs
The maggots infest you
Your rotten body
It ain't even an issue
When a fucking bitch
Was killed at the end
A fucking bitch
We can never mend
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Writer(s): Mors I Creatura
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