hate you so much
I am enslaved
that gate stay shut
still openly craved
The tears that you've caused
The love that you gave
inflicting thought, shower your head
sweat on your sheets, leaving me dead
I'd die once again, if only you'd wish
******* or grow me, in your petri dish.

when you aim to hurt and in your election
you decide to ignore the tired reflection
you have chosen a pure projection
of the things that hurt you most

you see in them it's all the same
sometimes used a different name
but it's shown to bring shame
to scare them with your ghost

on the days we choose to taunt
with these things known to haunt
and leave our faces ill and gaunt
fires burn aim to roast

put down your sticks and leave your stone
no man an island, no king his throne
for if we see with just our eyes
electric reality, so why despise
so pluck them out and have no fears
all you need are your ears
hear me clear, do not mourn
let go my friend, and be reborn.

A rotten man makes fertile soil
his borne sons will surely toil
a rotting city makes ill the air
and poisons men found living there
a rotten country divides your head
split apart, now you are dead
rotten fruit still plants seeds
you've sown your own
make just your deeds
for all this rot and peat decay
makes sweet the heat, on judgement day

The days seem to scatter
in your refracted gaze
I always seem to shatter
and find myself ablaze
but all seems too tired to taunt
everlasting swill, I'm ill and gaunt
nothing I speak but of your praise
I reach for your ending
I bend for your beach
but never seen your shore
tides turned, I've learned
we are
nevermore

Imagine man,
I'm an enigma
A mage in nim'
Ii mm aa nn ge '