The Deceit

The Deceit



Hopelessly I wander 'round
stumbling on narrow mind of this age.
Every man stands for himself,
-- Conquer the day!

Satan waits in hiding there,
to prey on the mind of the wise,
I rely on my own futile strength,
the darkness which veils my eyes.

My soul groans and writhes in pain,
but I can't even hear its cry.
Lured to death with hollow smiles,
...kiss my soul goodbye.

Fill me up,
fill me up to the rim with more emptiness,
all these things for which I strive.
Fill me up,
fill me up overflowing with worldly things,
until I'm no longer alive.

Over time have lost my senses,
deadened to my state.
If only I could see the truth,
but I accept it as my fate.

I wreak of evil like open sores,
that have not been bound,
infected with stagnant heart
crippled, thrown to the ground.

Fill me up,
Fill me up with more cursing and violence and rage,
the shock is wearing thin.
Fill me up,
Fill me up with more fantasies, highs and perversion,
to flood this void within.

World! Why have you been such a fool?
Wake up and see your deceiver!
All of your cares are but worthless and vain,
you only ignore the fever.

Little children! See death at your door,
He controls the mind now insain.
creating a hunger for pride and hate,
and anger that will not wane.

He screams death, he's chained you,
don't you see where you are?
He's captivated little children
And numbed their little hearts

He's struck them with a new reality,
taken their innocence apart.
painted with the blood of the fool,
and made a crafty work of art.

See his ways for what they are,
all but wounds that will not bleed.
Like a body deadened, the feeling gone,
from this deceiving world's new creed.

Shattered, I stumble 'round,
in search of something real.
the cure is to hide and not be seen,
--all fear should be concealed.

Then I cannot be bound up to heal,
except I should die with my sorrow.
And then even if no after exists,
then neither will my pain tomorrow.

What is man but a failure?
The mind but flawed and dumb.
I know my tears will forever be,
for none are perfect.....not one.

What strength they think I ought to have,
to trust any flesh with my heart.
apologies will not ease the pain,
after their shortcomings tear me apart.

I need something of certainty,
On which to lay my burdens down.
amidst the world's chaos, uncertainty,
'twill be but a faithful sound.

Fill me up,
Fill me up with more poison to devour my breath,
since they've taken my worth away.

Fill me up,
Fill me up with more reason to hate my own life,
since they've taught me not to pray.