Lost, deprived is this world,
Lust is our bodies consumer.
Dancing in between the lines of beauty,
Souls die and rise again.
Turpitude is what keeps us living,
Hate towards the world.
There is no such thing as beauty,
As there is no happiness.
Life is a journey,
Unable to be controlled.
Our lives not as we wished,
Our story's not as renowned.
Once upon a time or Happily ever after.
We are not as great, lost with out solace,
Turned to religion to discover the pre-stated.
"Theres no religion but sex and music
no religion but line and color
Theres no religion but the endless ocean
Theres no religion but time and motion
Theres not religion in a path of hate
No prayer but the one..." we sing.
Scathing sounds that pour out our wounds.
Never enough people will die,
To fulfill our desire or our lust.
Fuel the corrupted machine,
Never ending malevolence,
Is our precarious life.
Voracious images pulse in our hearts.
Armour shattered upon the ground.
Never..Never enough blood will fall .
We will always wander,
In a realm of dust and mirrors.
In a fantasy unreal,
Like astray souls,
Hungering for more.
Starving for the feeling,
Of those who do not understand,
Those who turn us back.
The beings of flesh and bone,
Who left us to rot in a ever lasting slumber.
Slowly dissolving into nothing.
".....Please let us wake"
"....Just let us wake"
We want to live and feel like you.