By Zarathustra

Breaking into your perfect dream
And lacerating the immunities with short sighted scissors
It's time to sing the siren's lament
On ganglion systems and obtrusive behaviors
Kinetic trails of belonging in these cells
This parasitic illusion laced in blood
A touch of innocence was what lost itself
In a fit of gout and the remnants of perception
Knowing it'll still be there again in it's omni potency
Lined in chalk across your veins
It's a graveyard in there as the Folicles
Dance on the graves of their hosts
Time and time again, tie the tie again
Carried around by kings on stilts
And paraplegic symphonies knowing exactly what to do
They're here to kill you