Dew-Scented - The Sicker Things


Just thoughtless words of filth filled with influence 
You no longer feel the presence of wit 
Losing all self made shape is an easy step up 
And reality is a maze being truly unable to lie 
Simplicity, the twisted lifework, so full of might, your cheap disguise 
Trust me with no fucking doubt but pride 
Learn at last to read now between the lines 
Weakness for remorse is an instrument 
And irony means wisdom if you are soon to try 
The sicker things will join me now!!! 
Out of mind, revering echoes, so full of shit, your plastic kingdom

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