I've been baited into waiting with a bated breath,
Lulled into a fate that's worse than just death,
It calls me on the phone says, "you're so inept."
Culls my fascinations till all my blood is wept.

All of my teeth are rotting and falling out my mouth,
The blood trails on down the corner of my smile,
There's a trickle of a burn rolling down my throat,
Could it be that I flayed and chiseled my enamel,
Away?

A prophecy states I'm doomed,
I've read it and it's dreaded end,
As the truth loomed overhead,
I found solace in eating the dead.

My fingernails are all bitten down,
Down to the bed that I laid into the ground,
I'm friends with the bandages that curl around,
I don't care what I've done so just keep me bound.

We’re destined to be digested,
By a beast,
It haunts our neighborhoods,
And talks through our tv screens.

Well we’ll never run fast enough,
We’ll never see the day where it’s fast asleep,
It’ll **** your hopes and dreams to feed on the misery,
It’ll **** your family no matter how you plead.

Closing in,
On the chase,
You better choose,
To Consummate,
Or Congregate,
Oh **** this place!

We’re destined to be digested,
By a beast,
It haunts our neighborhoods,
And talks through our tv screens.

Well we’ll fight till the blood spills,
We’ll find a way to cut its throat,
We’ll fight our way through the beast’s guts,
We’ll find our way back into home.

Well, here we go again.
The nights come to an end,
My eyes haven't closed,
Not a single wink of sleep,
For me.

A madman playing games,
With his own fragile mind,
Do you think he cares?
Well, I know he doesn't!
So, you shouldn't care either.

The moon plays with his nightlife,
The sun just loves to pry,
Like a couple hounds that'd tear him up,
It's looking rather dire.

Sure, you could yell and cry,
That he's hurting his own head,
Well, ****, he knows, so just go,
He'll blow you off and kiss your mom,
Then go **** your dad,
What?

Delerium begins to set in,
I think it was always there,
It's easier to hide otherwise,
So excuse him while he tries.

Do you have a problem with my love,
A little drop honey with a side of crush,
I'm the better boy but there's no need to rush,
We can take it slow and I'll keep it hush.

You hunt for sport,
I hunt for more,
You skin the poor,
I skin the court!

I know you won't mind if I eat your eyes,
Take you by the belt then hang you by your tie,
You're a clever guy but you really like to lie,
Tell me your safeword, scream it 'till you die!

You hunt for sport,
I hunt for more,
You skin the poor,
I skin the court!

Craft your words so they’re divine,
Pull the wool over their eyes,
Call into the dark and find,
The world has left you behind

Afraid of what they’d all think,
Cause you’re closing in on the brink,
Afraid to call yourself the missing link,
As you empty out into a sink.

So unimpressed but incessant,
Never wrong so you just rant,
On and on about the incant,
A hypocrite who hates to recant.

What's the end like?
Does it hold me in a tender embrace,
Or does it break my bones with haste?
Do I fall into a dark abyss in peace,
Or does it cresend into a scene of rigorous hate.

I don't think I care.