To be devoured is to enter the unknown, submerged in pleasure foretold in the stones,
Submission to malice that blots our the truth, when souls both collide and the demon takes root.
Lust is the name and its lost in the ledger, for every soul taken misguided by pleasure, your feathers get plucked by each steady measure, you lie to yourself when you think you know better,
It's easy to hate and its harder to feel, that all of your wants lead to Elysian Fields,
Sure of the path but not sure of the cost, the lesson of life is that pain is the boss, Give and they take no one cares if your cry, burning in hell your cheeks always stay dry,
The moment of truth always comes far too late, you've cooked in your madness and dine from the plate,
Fools who know nothing have faith in their letters, faith in their strength to handle stormy weather but crack from the root when you tug on the vine, they act like their God's but can't hear the divine, Stumbling mind lost in passion and pain, medicate yourself and poison your veins, Pump in the truth that you want to belive, praying to God that he'll save you like Eve, Every, lost, chance, to, forgo the past makes you stricken and blind,
The only, tune, you dance, to, is all of the facts that you force in your mind.
It's never, that, easy, to give up delusion and fall into line,
Hiding, from, the, truth, you'll only see when you open your mind
You look with your eyes to follow your faith, never accepting what may be your fate
You do not, seek to believe, you just seek, to receive
Your greatest sin, is knowing greed, you only want but don't know what you need
Hating the truth when it doesn't agree, "But how do you know?"
Cause You Live In Misery
Mental athletics your jumping through hoops made of fire and brimstone when fighting the truth and you try to defy all the signs and the proof by saying your feelings have something to prove.
You're lost in your mind and you must hate it there, know that your broken and cling to your fear, believe what you feel cause that's all that you know, thinking you're right tell me how does that go? How much success have you gotten to show, How much regrets have you buried in snow, blossoming doubts in the warming of weather, refusing to listen and think it gets better,
How much more pain till you've added it up, intentions so pure but your soul is corrupt
You know your sin and you wear it with pride, expecting a chance when you fail- not this time.