Who are these fucken people?
They are the ones who were bullied by mean kids at school
The ones who had pokey ears strange haircuts wore glasses and were skinny
The ones who were first in class and the last to leave
Waiting for thanks and favours from teacher
Those bullies were already genetically defective but were born with revenge in mind
Now these bullies who knew the only digit necessary was the one they stuck up their arse.
Who are these clones, fantastic similies of nothingness.
They obey without question, they live by rules
As if there were no gods they take power unto themselves
Helplessly appeasing a greater knowledge that they can never have.
But they agree and they support my idiocy.
They are the gods of mediocrity and persuasion
The devil is in the details and dug in deeper than I can fathom.
I only worship god but where is he
I keep screaming for help or at least no confusion.
Damn the bible, everyone has one and they are all different
Even the index is fucked - there is no language other than echoes.
Echoes of hollowness, echoes of pain, echoes of vulnerability
Where are you landing but please do come here.
I do challenge your authority and dare you if you challenge mine.
I'd like to bleed regulary it may cleanse me and recognise your abrasion
It clears the walls of my cunt so as to accept the next victim
Were you even listening to the halls of chaos that abraise my soul.
Do you understand that Echo was Narcissus's girlfriend and was pained
To accept she was a mere shadow bathing in his glory.
An echo of hurt and a claim for significance.
Begone all devils who trespass here, this is not your land.