Swimming in a sea of compromise
Drowning in the mouths of his lies
Pieces of him falling to the wayside
Disappearing in the sands of time
Until there is nothing left to recognize
He is lost, but he can see
The person he is supposed to be
The person hiding deep inside
Who has given up trying to be free
He feels the poison in his veins, he is the poison in his veins
Slowly tightening around his neck the suffocating reigns
He is his own worst enemy
Creator of the victim he has become
The veil has been lifted
He is the infection. The destruction
The darkness dwelling between the light
The possession. The confusion
The Fuck you - fuck me - fuck it all.
He is the crucifixion
The spear that breaks the rib to pierce the heart
He has become twisted like the thorns in his crown
He has become inverted hanging upside down.
His smile becomes a frown.
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