Damaged - Internal Dismemberment Conflicts lyrics
rate me
underestimated, spreading out contagious oversaturations strengthened apparitions beat away aggressions altered state pretention, crunch in anesthesia, conscious anesthesia, huh weave the worm thru/ bound to bein the bait that I am spilling ominous trails of blood from rejection, an' as foul as it all is of an autocoid stench numb from holding it in for too long forgotten, and even if it's true whats been said never mind 'bout not having to flinch being one step ahead of yourself made anagrams of your stealth attitudes insignificunt lost in ever / lasting sickness / writhe in instinct / anachronistic brick by brick shutting out all reflections of size letting it go backwards fall then materialize, in remorse, incomplete killed inspite of defeat as conclusive accomplishments cannibalize more lies, as wise as you are, regrets designed the scars that marks the rest of your sheltered, life logistics. soaked in rapture, clean clots, unebbed dead? to cull the rumor going round, that re occurring fucking sound emptiness / denial / thoughtlessness sadistic ties surmise, fantasize, to make that vertigo away and make forever everyday. not even itself is theself right, it's taken as nothing necessity just to keep giving something it's selfish. lazyness, desire, sacrifice, a dream. the spawn of hypocrisy's birthed opportunity offering reasons, soul, waste of time. Not even explained, maybe forthright, there could be a purpose I think destiny told me so, last nights intro, in utero i've carried spawn for hates, cut the guiding apostle taking dues from underneath, footing swept from beneath, the realm of a place I'll never go brick by brick retention, altered shape rejection chameleons mould to the outcome distorting the mirrors reflecting the view. bait that I am. grinding paranoia calculating from a distance, between the difference, different sides collide an unmissing stride running on agony racing to answers thats finding out something thats stapled itself necessary not to b true life's to simple? democratic? tantamount in impotence.
