Creature with no head, just a jade in a bed/stead, game.
It's seeking out the way to play better to bait, yeah.
All is causing one to lose the garbage of day
To find a stake in a moody dust of the soothing doorway, lay.

This is flawless as spark of disgust of your name,
Part of freeing's forgotten long way in a bane.
This immolation has nothing to do with the rage,
Burning limbs are here all fucking over the place.

Gentle acid is flowing on your dignity,
Which is, by the way, half part of the mortality.
Sailing through the sea won’t help you at all,
Juking around the waves is part of what we call “the home”.

Free the kids of your mind, separate from your kind.
Damage done by yourself, nothing more than your shell.
What we call “pity” is just another form of egoism,
Fake fucking moralism, altruism, realism.

They've heard you all say
We never made a day.
They've you all say
You’ll never go away.
We've heard you all cringe
At the mistakes of your itch.
I’ve heard we all say
You’ll never be the God of your being.

Dead people all over the world gain the pity
Of the stupid people with the disguised self-dignity.
Helping poor just to get better in the eyes of the thing,
They don’t trouble ‘bout being the meek.

Humping on yourself, jumping off the fail.
Cliffhanging lives that much better than death.
Rotting your mind off, chopping bulk and bluff.
Looking at the wall, wasting your mind off, fall to bole (Bole)

Think a fucking day about sorting what’s there inside,
Brawling species of your life, what a fucking lie.
What a fucking lie, what a fucking lie? My lie.
Damage is done to your cells - you’re castrated - bye.

Looking deep inside that glutting white main cry, but
Far heading down just to prove you are prying, (Hi)
Mind’s just fetching out, turn the fuck around, (Bluffing, hired)
Gentle fuckery leads to depression. (Bring it in, die)

Come and bring it on, come and bring it here.
God’s collecting grey matter, it’s so sweet and sincere.
Phenomenal butchery is going through some of the probes.
Sinking kingdom's grace can not be won. (Not be won)

They've heard you all say
We never made a day.
They've you all say
You’ll never go away.
We've heard you all cringe
At the mistakes of your itch.
I’ve heard we all say
You’ll never be the God of your being.


Over
Over

Start it
Puncture the wall

We are hoping
You're not done
We are turning
To a pole
Past and freedom
Joke and love

Falling back into the sea.
Fields of snakes, means smile at me.
Falling back into the sea.
Falling sane and nailing free.

Law
Signs
Guts
Love
More
I need more
Time
Files
Sea
Wishing in need
Bluff
Glands
Lost for good
Better stay for good

(See your life in a bird view.
Fractures of the immobilised creature, shivering in the fragments of self-indulgent.
Blunt is over, you’re not hovering.
Restricting your thoughts not to reach magma, so crafty.
No words, no sanity, no gyrus.)

I, through the wales, through the sea
Where nothing is may
Sail, through the wales, through the wings
Where nothing is more.
Somewhere from seeking out for me
I throw myself at dump of reasons, wait.

Yeah, all alone you shifted out the way
Forged away all the black lights
Fulfilled the blackest of your means
(Still) Approaching to the whispers of “me”.