Witness scratches on the surface, the runt to the fucking litter
Displayed in a dirty glass casing, sold to the highest bidder
He can tell, all filth isn’t gold – chafing through, in his terror of need
No salvation in old, while setting ablaze to his withering leaf
Any takers to the judgments of a manic in rage?
Any believers to embrace a headless snake, betrayed?
Here you are! What’s the word? What’s the verdict on a twisted mind?
Father the thought on these corpulent finds. Sick and sacred, buying flawed designs
Somewhere between the taunts and talks, lies a dormant side suffering from disguise
He gives you, your assume and you consume, then you resume, irrelevant of his self-abuse
His higher reach, in despair. He cradles a heart with care and illusion
Reveal nothing, bear everything, a self-made prostitute with no constitution
Cognitive future lapses, a man so true, he shall be the god, that never does damage to you
Fable tied and bound to one lasting light, where he shall come back for everyone again
Witness a dying breed of an iron reel, once again, the man plays the shame
A recluse lays among the privileged, his howl in the wind and all their crimes
Hate shall be hate, a human leech sinking, on a borrowed life line
Sink & Float 