A Perfect Pseudocrity

By Acrid Semblance

On From the Oblivion

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As I fall through the depths of this abyss inside

A cold swirl devours me of my last drop of sense

Fallen way beyond from the archaic heights

I now see no black, only see colours so blind

Reason obliviates emotion, lust obliviates lust

Time obliviates touch, numbness I left in thy crust

I see the pain in your eyes, eating you from deep inside

Guiding you to the scenes you've seen, again they light the torch of misery

I see the pain in your eyes, feel my burning touch in your thighs

Leaving you in the abyss of demise, fight thy haunting guilts tonight

From a sense so vivid, from a life so rheotic

I now live a life, emptied by pseudocrity

Perfection, thy desire, unholy cry for lust

I see thy fixated to the chains of disgust

Reason obliviates emotion, lust obliviates lust

Time obliviates touch, numbness I left in thy crust

I see the pain in your eyes, eating you from deep inside

Guiding you to the scenes you've seen, again they light the torch of misery

I see the pain in your eyes, feel my burning touch in your thighs

Leaving you in the abyss of demise, fight thy haunting guilts tonight


[Solo: Vikas]


[Solo: Kshitish]

Reason obliviates emotion, lust obliviates lust

Time obliviates touch, numbness I left in thy crust

I see the pain in your eyes, eating you from deep inside

Guiding you to the scenes you've seen, again they light the torch of misery

I see the pain in your eyes, feel my burning touch in your thighs

Leaving you in the abyss of demise, fight thy haunting guilts tonight