Sickshine Insult Injury
Stepping in the darkness of the tunnel to the land of
the sun the underworld is the starting point and then
we run and we can struggle like molecules magnatized we
get taken for granted and ridiculed and patronized but
we can never disguise our true feeling as empty prayers
and nightmares rise through the ceilings of houses of
concrete corners and bricks and sticks and if the earth
gives way it snapes toothpicks out of the sandboxes but
fire can purify it's deep inside a hand blocks the
human I've shattered the walls of the chain link chess
piece status and reputation and servitude with no
release and could the ceasing of existence at all be a
curse and the presence of eternities of pain be any
worse it's just a lesson in deception let this be an
example it's like conception sewat and you can gamble
and never be consciously be placing a bet how can you
handle running the risk of an uninvited guest my chest
is burning not to be one but to have one there's no
sense in leaving this apocalypse half-done and if money
DISPLAYS your gods trust what could the root of evil be
the love of god's creation of your greedy mentality his
hospitality is if you don't work you don't eat the
fruit of knowledge is forbidden and it is bittersweet
and two-faced and every race was lied to in the first
place a cammonplace mistake population disgrace now
fall on your face and reflect on your last days how can
you accept ths extreme in justice of praise it is a
sacrilege the is then it becomes commercialized to make
sure a dead faith can capitalize.. A promise that is
easily spoken can be a promise that is easly broken as
well and it's a fact that the body tells what the words
try to deny and to hide it is a token of our pride it
is a veil over the inside and it can remain denied and
it must remain denied like all the tears I've cried