People look at you
like you're an animal.
and
you are an animal.
I'm an animal too.
Secretly
we can be feral,
we can hate the smell
of mankind.
If you **** us off
we'll devour you.

Think I'm crazy yet?

You
haven't seen it happen.
one day
everyone will regret
what they refused to see.

In our souls we breed beasts.

It's a story not a confession.
It's a vent not a long awaited truth.
If you want to know
ask me.
But my mouth is sealed shut.
Candle wax
and a goodnight promise.

If you understood me my lips would break,
yet they're intact
because the truth cannot be opened
without the key.

And nobody is going to kiss me.
Ever.

If I lived in a glass castle
I could feed on the hollow mirrors
of my fragile pride

The fragments of my world
would solidify into gems
sapphires hewn of
lonely moments

Faces reflected in
hues of blue stone
to love is a weakness
I’m better alone

I cannot bear the sun.
It makes me sing
and pierce my lungs.
We're left with all the kings but one.

The ballroom has no door,
the windows tall,
stars claim the floor.
I should have guessed they'd ask for more.

I take of it and eat.
I need not search.
Nor take a seat.
For human meat lies at our feet.

There was no room to dance.
They ask for more
with sideward glance,
then claw the floor with paws and hands

Their overcoats are torn.
The blue turns red
the hunger fed.
And roses break the stone with thorns.

I cannot bear the sun.
For dare it rise
we might realize
that no one in this room has won

The deeper you go the harder you dream...
and she’s mean! She’s so mean!

She’s a strange little baker...she’ll do as she please.

She’s all chalked in her movements, she’s covered in hate.
'Cause she never will leave all her hallways of slate.

(He owns all those hallways, she still thinks they're safe...it's great.)

i can live like i have felt it
like the pain's not secondhand
but the truth is i've known nothing
and i always seem to stand

i can act like i have known it
like my heart is still in shards
but the grey world that i live in
is still stuck here playing cards

i am not the kind to cower
i am not the one to run
but when nothing here will face me
i am just a god of one

i can live like i have felt it
and it's true i understand
but i can't say that i've lived it
all my pain is secondhand

In the aftermath of hell
there shone light upon the sea.
As if blessed by God himself
names were burned into the trees.

Every body, every bone
washed away and buried deep.
Seaweed wrapped between the thighs
of the stones He wished to keep.

I have made a pact with death.
And my soul is not my own.
I have sealed my fate and theirs
just to own my rightful throne.

Of the thousands I have watched
slain upon the greedy beach
All my countrymen and friends
I would use the bones of each.

“Gods of wind and gods of earth
I can see it in your eyes!
That you hate the Ocean Lord
As He drinks up all their cries!”

Filled with sympathy and love...
filled with weakness, steeped in hate.
I will rally every god
to meet fate at ocean’s gates.

I have sold myself to plunge
into depths after my death
But if all the earth can fight
I might keep my soul and breath.

So I’ll rally every king,
any source I can exhaust.
I will own the world of men.
I will never pay the cost.

“Gods of fire! Gods of rain!
Worlds will never be the same!
Come and **** the Ocean King!
Taint the water in my name!”

As the roots grow towards the water
and the fire licks the tide
I begin to realize slowly
that mine is the losing side.

As I watch my army crumble
I sink down upon my knees
All the gods I’ve called have fallen
their names written in the trees.

Of the thousands that have fallen
I ask why is it they’ve died?
Will the sea still remain hungry?
Can its King be satisfied?

My dark heart has become empty
I suppose it fits the sea.
Yes, the ocean now is calling
I must let the tide take me.

As I drift into the darkness
I can feel the ocean’s eyes
and then I begin to hear them
every soul...and all their cries.

There is dread inside my body
and my lungs tear from my frame,
but the current pulls me deeper.
This is fear, it is not shame.

I hear thundering and clanging
Like the sky is falling down
And it shakes the ocean floor
It’s a moaning, groaning sound

I can feel my soul attempting
To let go and meet its fate
But I feel a force inside me
With an appetite to sate

I can feel my body breaking,
But the King has blessed my eyes
I can see with perfect clarity
the fate my heart denies.

As the murky water thins
and the wails have met their height
I begin to see the horror
of the ocean’s appetite.

All the flesh and bone colliding,
used as blocks of solid stone,
and the souls of men are crying
mortar knit into a throne.

Living seaweed binds the frames,
hearts and lungs spill from the cracks,
Souls are tearing from their bodies,
spines are poking from their backs.

I can feel my jaw is fixed,
in pure terror as I scream,
I can feel it dislocating.
God, I hope this is a dream.

But the God I know is cruel
though at least He keeps his word.
My soul rips from its dead body
it’s the last sound that I heard.

And a thousand years from then
I have been at last reborn.
And from time to time I visit
the sea where my soul was torn.

They have sent down many divers
Said “A city must have fell”
but they hardly know the truth
that the ocean floor was hell.

And when I go out to listen
I can sense a soul or two
drifting up to meet its maker
as it finally breaks through.

I cannot reveal the horror
but it’s written in the trees.
All the names of those who fell
and my own name among these.

High off of your smoke screens
******* in my wet dreams
don’t care what your eyes mean
‘cause our love’s not real.

I don’t care what you say
long as you stay always
true love is a thick haze
I don’t need that ****.

Long as I am lonely
I’ll keep you chained to me
you can never go free
my tears make you weak.

Cinderella’s not real
I don’t care how you feel.
Come on, what’s the big deal?
You can’t fall in love.

Hey now, don’t you want it?
You know that you can’t quit,
we’ll just make the shoe fit.
Crawl right back to me.