كلمات Decollation

Your vile adulation on display Masking a deviant obsession You’re naught but a frightened beast Pained by its own reflection An idyllic vision, reign o’er your creation My right hand your blessing My left hand to maledict My head for the toiling To exist in this space for your use alone Crafted me into your image Cruel slow replication Ideal self manifest Baptized in muck, ripe for removal Into and out of the light the ignorant fading One cannot serve two masters The saints that come to me Stoic hunger driving them forth We've suffered this long journey This pathway to communion We are the result Of failures immeasurable I'm not an animal I'm not left behind Crafted me into your image Cruel slow replication Ideal self manifest I am not made, I am in control Breaking the serpent’s coil around my neck Finally free from your cage