In search of open doors
It slides from man to man
With its infected hole
It siphons all it can

Thief, liar, whore, freak
Two-faced, infected, leech

I have spat you from this tainted heart
Recognize you for just what you are
Herein this prose
There lieth how despised is your creed
In the scene that you sucked for
I recognise you for just what are

Corpus alienum
For years it hid and devoured
Til toxic animus
My system pushed it out

When the earth and sun collide
Change can never be denied
How its landscape lies
We'll never understand

Painted rust
Faith. the sanctity of faith
Only serves to alchemize passion into gold
White replicated life
A propensity to imitate all
That plays the mark

A face of painted rust
A mask to gain our trust
A fake, a cover up

Lie, serenade, incite
A falsity to aggregate
All that comes too hard
Faked. calculated bait
It all just serves to captivate
Subjugate, control