Purgaliminal
Despised by the people they surround
And feared by the higher ones.
A featureless face,
And a future less fate.
Burdened by the weight of existence.
I will put an end to it.
These eyes they've seen too fucking much
A future corrupt
Disillusioned solutions.
Years have turned to seconds.
No need to comment.
It's already been witnessed.
You're ten years behind.
A race designed to hate what's on the inside.
Soulless fucks.
Twisted spines.
Misshapen frames.
Miserable smiles,
And Blackened eyes
Tears of blood run down
Mary's porcelain skin.
Is this truly made in your god's image?
A product of someone else's idea,
But convinced You're worth saving.
You're less than the dirt your body will be buried in.
Stay at distance, realize how low your value is.
Hardly human,
And more of an entity.
Void creature,
Lesser Earth.
This a nightmare realm.
You're splitting yourself in half
Just to play both sides.
Burning the candle at both ends.
What an abysmal fucking life.
Shattered lives.
(Burdened by the weight of existence)
Hypnotized.
(A lie held by persistence)
Drown your young.
(In artificial consolation)
Born to die.
(not made to survive the real world.)
Shattered lives.
(Burdened by the weight of existence)
Hypnotized.
(A lie held by persistence)
Drown your young.
(In artificial consolation)
Born to die.
(Not made to withstand the real fucking world.)
Harvesting and absorbing.
You are fallacious novelties.
Amalgamations of the wretched people they once were.
You have been betrayed by your own haunting image.
A competition of my sanity
Picking away at my psyche
You're not real-You're not real
How many times,
Will I have to say it?
You're all pieces of shit.
You just need to admit it.
I wish I could flush you down the fucking drain.
Cut you into six,
Seven different fucking ways.
They lied when they said Jesus Christ would arrive for a second time.
If they can play god, then why can't I?
Will we ever make it out
Alive?
We will never know.
Sensory overload.
Reality will implode.
(I know what makes you human...
And there's not much left.)
And feared by the higher ones.
A featureless face,
And a future less fate.
Burdened by the weight of existence.
I will put an end to it.
These eyes they've seen too fucking much
A future corrupt
Disillusioned solutions.
Years have turned to seconds.
No need to comment.
It's already been witnessed.
You're ten years behind.
A race designed to hate what's on the inside.
Soulless fucks.
Twisted spines.
Misshapen frames.
Miserable smiles,
And Blackened eyes
Tears of blood run down
Mary's porcelain skin.
Is this truly made in your god's image?
A product of someone else's idea,
But convinced You're worth saving.
You're less than the dirt your body will be buried in.
Stay at distance, realize how low your value is.
Hardly human,
And more of an entity.
Void creature,
Lesser Earth.
This a nightmare realm.
You're splitting yourself in half
Just to play both sides.
Burning the candle at both ends.
What an abysmal fucking life.
Shattered lives.
(Burdened by the weight of existence)
Hypnotized.
(A lie held by persistence)
Drown your young.
(In artificial consolation)
Born to die.
(not made to survive the real world.)
Shattered lives.
(Burdened by the weight of existence)
Hypnotized.
(A lie held by persistence)
Drown your young.
(In artificial consolation)
Born to die.
(Not made to withstand the real fucking world.)
Harvesting and absorbing.
You are fallacious novelties.
Amalgamations of the wretched people they once were.
You have been betrayed by your own haunting image.
A competition of my sanity
Picking away at my psyche
You're not real-You're not real
How many times,
Will I have to say it?
You're all pieces of shit.
You just need to admit it.
I wish I could flush you down the fucking drain.
Cut you into six,
Seven different fucking ways.
They lied when they said Jesus Christ would arrive for a second time.
If they can play god, then why can't I?
Will we ever make it out
Alive?
We will never know.
Sensory overload.
Reality will implode.
(I know what makes you human...
And there's not much left.)
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Clark Oldnettle, John Slofkoski, Marcus Williams, Samuel Bloom
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