It was just a phase
Only the succubus scale taunting hour by hour
With the porcelain throne to kneel to,
My god to worship on the floor
Only a deterioration of beauty, the desire for bones, satisfied mirrors, emptiness
No true happy moment, just strange pleasure from the purge
Temptations were the deadly pattern, and I was the self-made victim
Yes, it was a phase, but it was not only a time out out a year out of my life
It was me, running around outside of this building, trying to get in
Or maybe I was inside of a box
Trying to get o u t

-cj