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I process my reality

And fail to see the truth

Focus on the pain

And let it gently pass through you

Grinding down my teeth

Until there’s nothing fucking left

Promises of mass destruction

Total fucking death

Empty Narratives

Guide the wounded sheep

They storm through fields of the innocent

Preying on the weak

Systematically

Poisoning the Earth

No trace that we were ever here

Justified by hurt

Shaving off my fingertips

Sheet by sheet by sheet

Each layer sheds a vile part

of my identity

I crawl upon the alter

And get down upon one knee

A self-fulfilling prophecy

A tangled mess of shit

Panopticon

Keeps an eye on you
Inscribing self-inflicted wounds

In soft and supple skin

Empty Narratives

Guide the wounded sheep

They storm through fields of the innocent

Preying on the weak