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Cat With Nine Claws

de Soilent Green

Seduced of my virgin descent
Raped of this primitive trust
Instinct an art of overridden wrath
Twisted and bound into my own flesh

Break down this existence
A wish of death a tired warm breath

Disturb the subtle side of me
Expression my quality
Scratching this sanity
Into my walled mind
My sustain of pain
A slut of love the lover in sin
Let these beatings begin begin

Get out of my face
Disgrace to your race, your kind
Left your own friends behind
Undecided oppositions fall
Complications... No money
Need to borrow time... No help
Can't seem to get a straight face
A fit of intense anger

Thinking planning
Switching the choices daily
Seeing my life through frames
An urge that repulses love
And rekindles a pain
Increase the purge for more
Your faltered game

Listen to a word
Actions speak-out
Wipe-out words that lie
Emotional thief held my grounds

Reveal solutions to weakness
Conform to the trials of man
Breaking down of morals
Punishment worse when younger

I can smell the aroma of life
The elixir of ill-forgot lies
Taste that indulges in sin
Waiting to be taken in
Youthful nightmares
Made reality through diagnosis
Crawling to these channels
Of comfort through the stains
From beatings

Playing these razor keys
To instrumental horror
The cities of living people
The valleys of the dead
Songs sung by the swarms
Of flies over carnage
The kings that endure the life of filth

Ripping through digging deep
Chasing me in my dreams
Penetrate the dialect
A broken deep thought learning less
Bottle of cheap wine
The vintage mind
From a not so good year
Expose a deep hidden need

You've left me, leave me
I've left me for this reach on unsanity
Speechless in this silence
Speaking louder
Screaming, no one hears
You're seeing nothing more than you
Care to see what you don't want to see
Garden sick creatures
The mind grows to fertilize
The concepts with shit

Touch my hand, sink inside my dreams
Reality distinct to the point of fear
Repeating an idea to over-analyze disgrace
The strain overload, blown in your face

Confine this pre-made conception
Force-fed the lie of hope... Choke on it
These truths untold, behold, now pain

This solitude for a higher love
Striving for some kind
Of excellent emotion
I don't think you would like to be me
Sexual repression has led to deviance

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