The Porridgeface - 02 - Myth Conceptions | Текст песни

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I am the ExcöriatoR
The Metal mind bender
Your never-ending dark ride
Razor sharp thorn piercing you inside

A puissant taste of happiness
Spewed forth from my blessed caress
Damaged, my illicit intentions
Ravaged, I solicit your perfection

Renewed naked I of the tornado
Slaked by a vision of your volcano
Eruption, convulsion, explosion, erosion!

Bridge 1:

Taste the sick kiss from my lips
Sip from this tool of withered bliss
Timely I toil for the soul of this
Spoiled bowl of wrath and piss

Stanza 1:

Rank and vile is my molten breath
Viper's bite; the wish for death

Bridge 2:

Your displaced desires
My misplaced memories
All is lost as you search for
What you once found pure in me

Chorus 1:

Myth connections
Vexations are my share
Myth conceptions
Life is never fair

Myth communication
Adhere to sacred strictures
Myth appropriation
Faded are the praised pictures

Justify or just defy
Proffer me your praise
My manifestations of ire
My frustrations and inner rage
Burning like a parish in flames

Dare to unravel my device
Apathy will never suffice
Bitch, nag, and complain
I am driving myself insane
The road to ruin less travelled
My soul in ruins, just unravels

Myth production, abduction
Deduction, consumption!
Myth entwined injunction
Myth aligned compunction

Bridge 1:

Taste the sick kiss from my lips
Sip from this tool of withered bliss
Timely I toil for the soul of this
Spoiled bowl of wrath and piss

Stanza 1:

Rank and vile is my molten breath
Viper's bite; the wish for death

Bridge 2:

Your displaced desires
My misplaced memories
All is lost as you search for
What you once found pure in me

Chorus 2:

Myth diagnosis
Unnatural born enemies
Myth adventures
Nurtured by torn memories

Chorus 1:

Myth connections
Vexations are my share
Myth conceptions
Life is never fair

Who ever said that Life
Was meant to be fair!

A puissant taste of happiness
Spewed forth from my blessed caress
Damaged, my illicit intentions
Ravaged, I solicit your perfection

Renewed naked I of the tornado
Slaked by the vision of your volcano

Eruption, convulsion, explosion, erosion!

Bridge 1:

Taste the sick kiss from my lips
Sip from this tool of withered bliss
Timely I toil for the soul of this
Spoiled bowl of wrath and piss

Stanza 2:

Rank and vile is my molten breath
Venomous spite; the kiss of death

Bridge 2:

Your disgraced desires
My replaced memories
No longer lost once I
Revealed to you the real me

Chorus 1:

Myth connections
Vexations are my share
Myth conceptions
Life is never fair

Myth communication
Pragnostic individuation
Myth appropriation
Timely toxic realization

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