I have spat you from this tainted heart Recognize you for just what you are Herein this prose there lieth how despised is your creed In the scene that you sucked for I recognise you for just what are
Corpus alienum For years it hid and devoured Til toxic animus My system pushed it out
When the Earth and Sun collide Change can never be denied How its landscape lies we'll never understand...
PAINTED RUST Faith. The sanctity of faith Only serves to alchemize passion into gold White replicated life A propensity to imitate all that plays the mark
A face of painted rust A mask to gain our trust A fake, a cover up
Lie, serenade, incite. A falsity to aggregate all that comes too hard Faked. Calculated bait It all just serves to captivate, subjugate, control