Your soul is mine to reap.

Apathy is death
Eyes ****** red
Liquor on my breath
Sick in my bed
And I cannot forget
The words that she said

All of these girls are shallow like puddles
Her mind stays on material, she’s trouble
Her mind state is fragile, I watch it crumble
I used to be a man, now I’m something more
She used to be an angel, now she’s a ****** *****

Lord death has arrived!
Hide in your castle, Prospero!
The devil’s in disguise,
Hasn’t been seen in a week or so

When I met her I was ready to die
Ready to go quietly into the night
Without a trace, suicide in haste
But I held on just to see her face

I can’t let my heart run away again
But it always feels so good
My love is diseased, watch her condemn
I really think that she should
Try to make it right, make amends
But I know she never would
This is why every night I ascend
Into the dark sky welcoming the end

I can’t escape them
Parasites drain me
broken people seek me
And I am left with nothing
Negative thoughts control me
They are not my own
This world is diseased

It hurts me whenever I lose a lyric
Sometimes life distracts my spirit
These words are much more to me than lyrics
They are answers given to me in sanctity by spirits

The illusion of reality is melting away,
The people are apathetic
The colors are fading
The song is falling out of tune

Soon all will see the world as it truly is,
Through the eyes of the hermit
Through the hunger of the destitute
Through the songs of the widowed

They’ll finally see the world as I see it,
Stripped of emotion
Painted with faded colors
As the birds sing sad songs

She thought she was an angel
‘Til she realized she couldn’t save me
She thought she was poison ivy
When she realized she could break me

Girl, you scared me to death
I look down and see red
I have blood on my hands

These visions they plague me
I know your feelings, you’re faking
I can feel your heartache from a thousand miles away

My visions they hurt me
The spirits they’re lurking
‘Round every dark corner, I’m learning
From all my mistakes, All my heartbreaks

Why did god put me on this journey?
To have loved and have lost
My peace of mind was the cost
Now I’m nailed to the cross

My intuition is metallic
My amnesia is epiphanic
My existence is enigmatic
My ideas are problematic

The demiurge feeds on my primal urge
Half of the darkness in me, I purge
To my spirit, my mind is a scourge
From this corrupt world, I diverge

Nothing makes me speak,
Unless I’m moved by the unseen
Thus spake Zarathustra,
I have angels under me
The New World will be built from my philosophy