Would you dare to reflect upon the fact that you're broken

A shattered self, the surface stares blank and cold

As you fold back into your s(k)in

The flesh aches to betray, twisting the shape of your frame

So picturesque defining the depths of your mind

All which the heart fails to find in you

Recant the soul, drawing faulty conclusions

The stage is set for yet another vagary

The stage is set for more treachery

As treacherous elations transpire

These illusions are real

True emotions you hide

Will reveal the real-self inside

Mask upon mask, virtue you defy

The thicker skin the deeper the lie

Hate, vanity, lust and despair, all stand beside me

Hammer the broken back into the mold

A melodramatic volta in drawling monologues unveiled

I will not stand for the perversion in me

Would you dare to asses that your ideals are corruption at best

The surface stares blank and cold as you revel in sin

The damage don on display

Twisting the shape of your claims

Your intellect, framed into a state of mind

Controlled by what you sought to find

Drawing conclusions

The stage is set for another vagary

Watch us trade individuality for mimicry

Regress to impress, violate to instigate

Full intent, no consent

Hollowed out to fit in the mold

Is this a dogma or a fabrication

These mental alterations you carefully plant

Live the live, fake the dream, are my illusions real

The deluded acrobatics you shamelessly feed me

The body is a shrine to defile

The mind is a tool to revile

Our will is a relentless force to abuse and create

An altered self, a shadow world without end

The body is a shrine to defile, the mind a tool to revile

The will a force to abuse

The need the thirst to use

Revel in skins, repent your sins