You, the first, whom shall not be the last
Your days are numbered, those days have passed
The realization of truths only propel the ignorance
Pushed to new heights of crushing lows
The lowest of absolute and total deprivation
The man who once ran the show
Has become a complex joke, a fucking freak of nature
Past glories tarnished now dead as I take

Control

Empty thoughts
And words
Thinly veiled
Self hate

A man who lies to himself
Attempts to convince
Those he has usurped
Pathetic con
Artist with the
Canvas of
Misery

Ashamed
And beaten
Cannot outrun
All his convictions

But he wears a brave mask
(With) heart and mind now broken
His past pursues him
He's forced to lose

Control

The tedious prospect of wading through your many curses
Has left one hell of a shell of a "man"
The disillusioned move on, emptied of all the hope
They were promised early on from your crumbling Babylon
All that it took to mend and repair all your wrongs
Was a simple matter of respect - Concept you can't dissect
Left with nothing - A pale skeleton of the past
An object of stupidity - Out of your

Control

There's a fork in the road
Paths we can't agree on
Your personal edict
Displaces the value of mine
You took the high road
The only path you know
Following all the trends
A dip-shit till the end

Raped
Of
Dreams
There
Is no savior

You're on your own
Sudden responsibility
Always searching for who is to blame
Ever ready to point the finger
All religion is worthless
Yet you're clutching your rabbits foot
...Devour insecurity

Can't be your anchor
Can't be your excuse
Can't be your rock
Cannot be bothered

Can't be your way out
Cannot be your key to success
Cannot be responsible for the shit that you've put yourself in

Raped
Of
Dreams
There
Is no savior

Raped
Of
Dreams
There
Is no savior

No masters!

You have nothing of your own
Can't lay claim to anything
Your own life is not worth living

Nowhere near a hero
Not even a man
Cast off your cowardice

Like an unwanted child
You are dependent on the rest
Without my blood, my toil
You wither and you die

Nowhere near a hero
Not even a man
Cast off your cowardice

You have nothing of your own
Can't lay claim to anything
Your own life isn't worth living

I am that

I am that
Your only ... Means

I am that

I am that
Your only... Hope

Nowhere near a hero, not even a man
Cast off your cowardice

As if there were different
Idioms in the
Immediate cosmos
Tangible language

Barrier

Can't speak the words
That your mind thinks
The implication apparent
To you and you

Alone

Cypher
Unusable
Any way
Negligible

There is a form
A function and path
That neither of us
Can traverse together

To say that there is
An odd issue may be
Ironically unspeakable
To say the very least

We speak a million words
Incapacitated vocabulary
But say nothing at all
Corrupted terminology
Broken minds leak empty terms
Abnormal nomenclature
From swaying jaws yawning fetid phrase
Defective diction

We speak a million words
Incapacitated vocabulary
But say nothing at all
Corrupted terminology
Broken minds leak empty terms
Abnormal nomenclature
From swaying jaws yawning fetid phrase
Defective diction

As if there were different
Idioms in the
Immediate cosmos
Tangible language

Barrier

Fearing the day would never come
We collectively arrived at the notion
That slowly pressed it's way
Through consciousness
That this could never last
Even the devout had come around
The realization that it was wrong
Quietly closing the gap

Too many had already died
A new decade of shame

There was no cover to the offenses
Public, great and many
We'll never know that we can recover
Depleted sense of pride
Repressing the public with fear
A boot on the neck of the weak
Never has there been a guarantee
It was simply time to end the error

Into this knot
We hung our heads

Drawing down
The world's ire

The other end
Of the spectrum

Always seemed
Like a myth

Beyond the point of no return
No turning back now
The new malefactor
Is ourselves

End of
An error

Never has there been a guarantee
It was simply time to end the error

Into this knot
We hung our heads

Drawing down
The world's ire

The other end
Of the spectrum

There is no hope
Of return

I dug a shallow grave
And placed myself inside
No wake or presentation
No "This Was Your Life"

For the
First time in my
Life I know what
An insect's like
Submission to the core
Submission to the hole
That's always wanting
Always needing
Your submission
Nonresistance

All my flesh was stripped
And all my bones decayed
Only my mind was left
Open and afraid

For the first time I knew
What a mind is for
Submission to the core
Remission to the sky
That evaporates at night
And breathes again in the light
Submission to the core
Submission to the core

We realize our time is short
We kneel to submission
Give way to the heel, to the whip
And forcibly so