Delusionalisphere - The Acacia Strain

Don’t preach to me

Your words are hollow

Beauty is deep

But the mind is shallow

Born to lead

But destined to follow

Bathe in the darkness

Shower in the shadow

Eyes are open

Mind is broken

Drown in the vomit

Let it soak in

Candlelight vigil

There is no evil

I want to be the devil

Subjugated and never subversive

Try to put some thought into your fucking words

Neutral fanfare where nobody wins

I still believe in all your sins

I wish there was a hell so you could go there to rot

I wish there was a god so I could slit his fucking throat

I went to your funeral and nobody came

I only showed up to piss in your grave

Don’t preach to me

Your words are hollow

Beauty is deep

But the mind is shallow

Born to lead

But destined to follow

Bathe in the darkness

Shower in the shadow

Along with my mistakes

Can’t tell if I’m asleep or awake

Weight on my chest

Nothing left, eternal rest

The lies you spoke won’t die with me

I want (?) to die with me

I wrote them down for all to see

There is no great mystery

You’re digging for gold in an old rotten oak tree