One Hundred Words
As I watch your symphony of tears
I notice you are beautiful when you weep
Is it your whining voice that makes it so
Or your bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep
You yearn for my absolution and
As a result of your velvet depravity
There will be no smoke, no broken mirrors
All that will be left is me
With my gnosis of asphyxiation
And a liar's smile on my face
A bitter funeral is what you'll receive
When I put you in your place
Crying will not bring my stasis
You are alone in this situation
To crave the scent of burning flesh
And obtain my neurotic salvation
A fit of rage, a man of passion
The thorn you fall on from grace
The ice, no hope, a stitch of darkness
Sends home the filth saint
With the melancholy face
You crawl away, so atrophied, my sweet nemesis
And condemned to death with all you carried
The delusional halo you held is gone
For in your body, you are buried
I notice you are beautiful when you weep
Is it your whining voice that makes it so
Or your bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep
You yearn for my absolution and
As a result of your velvet depravity
There will be no smoke, no broken mirrors
All that will be left is me
With my gnosis of asphyxiation
And a liar's smile on my face
A bitter funeral is what you'll receive
When I put you in your place
Crying will not bring my stasis
You are alone in this situation
To crave the scent of burning flesh
And obtain my neurotic salvation
A fit of rage, a man of passion
The thorn you fall on from grace
The ice, no hope, a stitch of darkness
Sends home the filth saint
With the melancholy face
You crawl away, so atrophied, my sweet nemesis
And condemned to death with all you carried
The delusional halo you held is gone
For in your body, you are buried
