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A Question of Perspective

by ron george

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Observing so closely your every move I'll hunt you down like an animal to prey upon you The victim to blame, no one will remember your name My twisted religion of wickedness hallowed in shame What I have created is bathed in the blood of vanity. So beautiful it hurts. So beautiful... My imagination thrives on morbidity. Like an animal Or a hybrid killer Leaving no trace of my presence Exacting vengeance You call it blasphemy, But it's just a daydream Unless you drive me To manifest the obscene. You can run far away But it won't matter anyway Face your fear, Face me Oh I hear your heartbeat, Perfect rhythm Oh God, Blemishless and fair with your perfect golden hair, The blood is everywhere I don't mind. Your flesh is so elastic, Perfect for my shrine I am Omega, I am coming after you. How does it feel to die? With my knive plunged into your spine? I cross my heart I hope to die But only after you have paid the price. I cut the skin, I lick the wound You're only purpose is to rot inside your tomb.
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The pressure is gone You finally found a way out Masking senses without a doubt One bullet Ends this charade And now you're feeling like a god enraged You're a poor excuse for a masochist Flaming death, nothing left Bringer of terror No margin of error. No more pain, No more sensless death Living in shame Eliminate your consciousness Virgin dreams and brainwash tapes with which you dispose sacrificing your own life to destroy those you oppose. Tie him up and send him off to send light from his chest Promise him eternal life but mention nothing of death Trying to die noble men A ____ indebt to the undead Symbolic rites for the chosen one Sacrifice the eldest son No ignition You are alive A disgrace for terror Within the margin of error Fear sets in the time has come Press the button, pull the plug Then the time for ascension comes The light goes off your song unsung No ignition You are alive A disgrace for terror Within the margin of error
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The ultimate failure, I wish it upon you. No longer a hero, burning bridges with precision. What do you deserve? NOTHING. You have to earn your keep For this river runs so deep, You’ve failed once, You’ll fail again Now go back to sleep. You hide behind your masks, You are the type that you have cast, You bastardized a race, You can’t show your fucking face. Given an inch, Take an eternity. What do you deserve? NOTHING. Celebrate your failure with a funeral. Your dignity preserved.
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Carve 04:17
I carve your name into my skin For closure, freedom from within I spent so many years now, wondering How this all came to be Just a game of cat and mouse we play I’ll cast you aside this day. As you lie there alone and you cry for me Would you die for me? All you had was one shot and you blew it. Moving so fast and you knew it. You are so easily blinded, and the sun is not so bright, Don’t come to me for answers For the question isn’t right. Is it fear of change or loneliness That drives you to this point? Or have you grown so complacent? I am yours to disappoint. Just a game of cat and mouse we play I’ll cast you aside this day. As you lie there alone and you cry for me Would you die for me? All you had was one shot and you blew it. Moving so fast and you knew it. You are so easily blinded, and the sun is not so bright, Don’t come to me for answers For the question isn’t right.
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The Enabler 21:24
It begins Addicted. The high is unspeakable. Ripped from reality the moment it hits your blood. Finally had it with every single fucking one, The closests friends that you have left Are the ones that feed your god. Weeks run together, Seldom are you not lost. Control, Everything that you ever need. Control, Your very desires. Your soul, Crumbling into broken greed. Another relapse enables your downfall. There is something in your eyes. Serve up another round of lies. The substance calls for your soul, Forget the past Stop making memories, The cycle will forever last. Razorblades, draped in white, Dust forever by my side. A slave I have become. You’ll never see the rising sun. Will this hell ever give up? Everything’s covered in blood. I am now a shadow of my former self. Resembling an empty shell. There is something in your eyes. Serve up another round of lies. Razorblades, draped in white, The dust forever by my side. Festering aortic dissection, Post-traumatic stimulation, Pulmonary desecration, Pustules spewing putrefaction. Hepatitis nosebleed. Inject Reject infecst Ingest Obsessed Possessed. Another dose of misdirection, In the ocean of blood infections. Longing for death I will feed on the pain. Living it all, I am now insane. Penetrating, Feed the mind Endless waiting for the high, Penetrating, Feed the mind. Brain cells pop eroding memories, I won’t die.
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The pressure is gone You finally found a way out Masking senses without a doubt One bullet Ends this charade And now you're feeling like a god enraged You're a poor excuse for a masochist Flaming death, nothing left Bringer of terror No margin of error. No more pain, No more sensless death Living in shame Eliminate your consciousness Virgin dreams and brainwash tapes with which you dispose sacrificing your own life to destroy those you oppose. Tie him up and send him off to send light from his chest Promise him eternal life but mention nothing of death Trying to die noble men A ____ indebt to the undead Symbolic rites for the chosen one Sacrifice the eldest son No ignition You are alive A disgrace for terror Within the margin of error Fear sets in the time has come Press the button, pull the plug Then the time for ascension comes The light goes off your song unsung No ignition You are alive A disgrace for terror Within the margin of error
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released December 16, 2014

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