The royalty of the heavens stricken blind
driving my kind into fragile minds
i haven’t a mind to pay for my crimes
gracefully defacing you and your aces
generously eating all of your faces
I cant stop feasting on your braces
cutting and tearing us open
but the pleasure is all mine
well this time your only purpose is a mime
without the make-up
and more than shaken up
you make fun of the frilly and queer
why dont you shoot yourself hunting a deer
if not that you better steer clear of me and my friends
or you just might meet that dead end
in the middle of nowhere
while only i stare
at you and what is left of your defiled carcass
i told you not to get me riled
but i will still come around every once and a while
to see how your decaying has progressed
and relieve some of my stress
now there i cant find any reason to be depressed
but wait i am not even dressed
oh well that is not to my distress
Bleeding the sins of those unspoken
feeding on the roses of those unbroken
the blood of princes burns clean
I wonder if the burning of a priests blood can redeem?
hey it seems to work
as i am now having dreams once again
and the prolonged screams have subsided
but i have yet to decide
wether or not to subscribe to your pain
or just leave you in vain
well it is no strain on me
actually i would rather drain you
and then let the rest remain
contained in that small pine box
wearing those cheap funeral socks
Life is merely a dream before death
but i haven’t awakened you yet
as far as i am concerned you will never take a breath
speaking of that im set
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