A tremor comes and goes at night,
Singing hallelujah!
The end is always within sight
A steady shower above the fire
A beeping sound and blood is taken
Diagnosis of messiah
A mental shift to something bright
Signing hallelujah!

Sitting still in artificial light
Imagination is alive
To receive further instructions
Is survival such a crime?

My freedom garden lighting up
In a tetralogy of nonsense
A closed box triptych, trapping me
In my own self-negligence

A creeping feeling of discomfort
A twine that leads me all the way back
The caverns start to lose importance
Exploring them allows me to slack
I need a guide to help me throughout
But the call is much too hard
God is dead and I am nothing
But it’s hard to reach so far

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Endless being of fire
Hydra lost in its feelings
An emotion personified somehow
Extrapolate a story quickly

Scan the area around, ready?
Blood from his chest makes a sound, steady
Wings begin to sprout and grow, screaming
“I don’t understand anything”
Fuck the powers that I’ve received, I just
Wanna think about you and me
I begin to grow fire
I begin to grow fire

The darkest light can be

A new city what a concept
And inside a church of welcoming people
They put you on a pedestal
Inside you feel so feeble
(Psychological warfare, infinite damage)
(You worship me but I am merely a demiurge)

Eviscerate the contents of my heart
Leaving me the hollow shell of Gods
Anthropomorphize them because
I know nothing of the concept of love
I am God and God is a whore
I ruin lives and u still want more
I begin to grow fire
I begin to grow fire

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When my affection is lost in translation
Of course it's my fault, it's my creation
We've infinite hearts with different cardinalities
Is my love simplistic, or too lost in mapping to me

And I, create a requiem
Of letters that barely conjoin in earthly grammar
And my, eyes dilate cause of them
I let my feelings get involved

Unrequited off white color blurs to shade
I did things you will never, ever understand
The fire hydra was supposed to unite
But I failed, but I failed

And I, create religion
Man made architecture as a substitute for unknown feelings
And I, follow the feeling
The most incomplete structures they'll ever study

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And we are, looking for a way inward
And time lost in retrospection is regrettable.
But we are looking for something bigger than ourselves
Than anyone around us
And losing that purpose means there’s nothing, nothing at all!

When we lack the ability to scream
There’s nothing, nothing
When my most trusted one makes me feel
Lite nothing, nothing at all

When their arm comes from above and reinforces the idea
that I am nothing, nothing
There is never ever going to be a time where I am not lost in the blackness that is
Nothing, this nothing I am

Artificial light distracts me from the endless flaws in my character and body, in which I get discouraged because I am
Nothing, nothing
I weave throughout endless pillars of meaninglessness to come to terms with the fact that I am
Nothing, nothing at all

I weep for the sheer fact that we are
Nothing, nothing
Will I ever get out of here and look farther than my physical form and finally reach outside the electric bounds that are this
Nothing, nothing

I wait for something to be there
In this nothing, nothing
I keep waiting, for anything