It is deceit

It's made of lies

It is the key to your demise

So late it comes to realize

The tastes and feelings you despise

Burn, the space in your veins never learns

Yhe signs having shown will return

Too late to act so concerned...

It's dead and gone, yet so eternal

Blessed, tempting, and infernal

Seeping outside through internal

In your eyes I see it...

Burn, the space in your veins never learns

The signs having shown will return

Too late to act so concerned

Now you're just food for worms

It's price is right

It's time is now

It's pulling, pushing you down

It's everything you've never found

It's hesitation, it is doubt

It's made of heaven, made of love

It's a reflection from above

It's all of this, but not enough

It's god's unresistable...

Bluff, the space in your veins never learns

The signs having shown will return

Too late to act so concerned

Now you're just food for worms

The space in my head that I made back when I was dead

Is now approaching the horizon like a fetus through the after birth

And now decisions left up to my discretion

Bring the future further forward and the possible true

This blood creation from the mental indignation

That had sprouted from the lack of understanding the lost

And the choices that so frighten all the fools as fingers tighten

On the throat of clueless masses bring my soul to a buzz

And living with this longing searching words

But falling short of a description or procession to untieable knots

So focus anger into passion and obsession

To create is the sensation

That I will forever feel it burn...