Eternal Dismemberment Complex - Damaged

Underestimated, spreading out contagious oversaturation

Strengthened apparitions beat away aggression’s altered state

Pretentions crunch in anaesthesia, conscious anaesthesia, huh?

Weave the worm through, bound to being the bait that I am

Spilling ominous trails of blood from rejection

And as foul as it all is, of an autacoids stench

Numb from holding it in for too long forgotten

And even if it’s true, what’s been said

Never mind 'bout not having to flinch

Being one step ahead of yourself made anagrams of your stealth

Attitudes insignificant lost in everlasting sickness, Writhe in instinct

Anachronistic, brick-by-brick shutting out all reflections of size

Letting it go backwards, fall then materialize

In remorse, incomplete killed in spite of defeat

As conclusive accomplishments cannibalize more lies

As wise as you are, regret’s designed the scars

That mark the rest of your sheltered life’s logistics

Soaked in rapture, clean clots.

unebbed dead?

To cull the rumour going 'round

That’re occurring f*cking sound

Emptiness, denial, thoughtlessness

Sadistic ties surmise, fantasise

To make that vertigo go away and make forever everyday

Not even in itself is the self right, it’s taken as nothing

Necessity just to keep giving something

It’s selfish

Laziness, desire, sacrifice, a dream

The spawn of hypocrisy’s birthed opportunity offering reasons

Soul, waste of time, not even unexplained

Maybe forthright, there could be a purpose

I think destiny told me so, last nights intro

In utero, I’ve carried spawn for hates

Cut the guiding apostle, taking dues from underneath

Footing swept from beneath, the realm of a place I’ll never go

Brick-by-brick retention, altered shape rejection

Chameleon’s mould to the outcome

Distorting the mirrors, reflecting the view

Bait that I am

Grinding paranoia calculating from a distance

Between difference, different sides collide an unmissing stride

Running on agony, racing to answers that’s finding out something that’s

Stapled itself necessary, not to be true.

Life’s simple?

Democratic tantamount in impotence