Diablerie

You know how you got here
You know damn well how you got here
So unburden yourself before the panic commits your heart to the endless concrete
And watch me, You watch me
Untitled, Nomadic
I am the cradle
I am the insult
And I am the grave
No substance

Ears ringing:
The only sound except for this room's army of machines singing me to sympathetic sleep
And I'm again reminded:
I am the cradle
I am the insult
And I am the grave
No substance

Prophecies
Masked as cacophonies
It's in atrocities we learn just who we are
Serpent hymns
Like seas of twisting limbs
Will always drive us from the fears that drive our hearts

You know how
You know how you got here
And now here we are:
There are no saints in these lands
The streets reduced to filthy sand
Sustaining pure utility

Wounds weeping:
The only sensation remaining
Pain brings you to your knees
Grinding me to sympathetic sleep
And I'm again divided
I am the cradle
I am the insult
I am the grave

I am the tragic lack of consequence

I am the cradle
I am the insult
I am the grave
No substance