Self-Hatred Process

By Ancestral Curse

On Machine of Death

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The majestuous diamonds that covers walls

Hurted my eyes like thousand thornes

Sublime artwork mask

That was hidding a cruel fact

Black tears drowning the inside

Without affecting this great structure outside

Perpetual lies, inner conflict, invisibles wounds, strong assault

Cold fear, dark entrails, burried ideas, suicide images

Endless pressure, growing torture

Knife painted within the body

Self-hatred mistress

Soundless scream, painful infection

Self-hatred process

It felt like something would go out

But each times it still hurted on the wall

Jailed for eternity in this fucking me

So with a blade

I opened my body

And then the pain flowed