Soilent Green

Soilent Green - Walk A Year In My Mind

rate me

seduced of my virgin descent

raped of this primitive trust

instinct... an art of overridden wrath

twisted and bound into my own flesh

break down... this existence

a wish of death... a tired warm breath

disturb the subtle side of me

expression my quality

scratching this sanity

into my walled mind...

my sustain of pain

a slut of love... the lover in sin

let these beatings begin ...begin...

get out of my face...

disgrace to your race, your kind

left your own friends behind

...undecided oppositions fall...

complications... no money

need to borrow time... no help

can't seem to get a straight face

...a fit of intense anger...

thinking... planning...

switching the choices daily

seeing my life through frames

an urge that repulses love

and rekindles a pain

increase the purge for more...

your faltered game

listen to a word

actions speak-out...

wipe-out words that lie

emotional thief... held my grounds

reveal solutions to weakness

conform to the trails of man

breaking down of morals

punishment worse when younger

I can smell the aroma of life

the elixir of ill-forgot lies

taste that indulges in sin

waiting to be taken in...

youthful nightmares

made reality through diagnosis

crawling to these channels

of comfort through the stains

from beatings

playing these razor keys

to instrumental horror

the cities of living people,

the valleys of the dead

songs sung by the swarms

of flies over carnage

the kings that endure the life of filth

ripping through... digging deep

chasing me in my dreams

penetrate the dialect

a broken deep thought... learning lessbottle of cheap wine

the vintage mind

from a not so good year

expose a deep hidden need

you've left me... leave me...

i've left me for this reach on unsanity

speechless in this silence...

speaking louder...

screaming, no one hears

you're seeing nothing more than you

care to see what you don't want to see

garden sick creatures

the mind grows to fertilize

the concepts with shit

touch my hand... sink inside my dreams

reality distinct to the point of fear

repeating an idea to over-analyze disgrace

the strain... overload... blown in your face

confine this pre-made conception

force-fed the lie of hope... choke on it

these truths untold... behold... now pain

this solitude for a higher love

striving for some kind

of excellent emotion

I don't think you would like to be me

sexual repression has led to deviance

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