from Divination Scars: among the dead in symmetry
Silver-tongue liars fill the streets like a fog
Cut down by strangers, there's no need for applause
Feeling this helpless, tore away at the sides
Fooled myself restless, karma has no disguise
Wanting and waiting with torches in the air
No one takes notice of the corpse in the chair
Rabid at the sight of blood that pools tonight
No one else can see the repetitious anguish in me
Victims in mourning let out screams of withdrawal
Nothing so sordid as I creep through these halls
Cancerous intention, sink your teeth into me
Revel in tidings that you have yet to see
Relapse is sacred and they spoke of it best
Return like mockingbirds away from the nest
Rabid at the sight of blood that pools tonight
No one else can see this repetitious anguish in me
Revelations be, silence all your silver plating
Rabid at the sight your crimson ghosts ignite
**And so it can be seen, or perhaps not,
that there are monsters in these walls
hush now, they can hear what you say
before it empties from behind your teeth
we can try to run but they will follow us
and they will not come quietly
and they will not come alone.**
Relapses not elegance
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