Passive Backseat Demon Engines - Damaged

Righteous psychoticness, painting a

Portrait of pain open out, spilificate

With the weight of distress feeling

Gutless you stain can’t do anything

Rightbut

F*ck up

Appetites building persistence

Resisting temp fate, block the line?

spill

It out 'till it stops run as fast as u can

Show anonymous victims to free

Falling flight

Basking in pools of the

Bleeding, suppliers, desires turn passive

Back seat demon engines, run fueled by

Persistence, extinction drives reasons

Away from pure life

Falling free down beside, underneath

Where it hides disbelief as can be, as

Machine bleeding free, killed by

Satayagrahi now it’s free being me

Barely woken, awake-up

Lust in psychoticness tainting that

Urge, restraint, taunting tamed by

Beating time beat time blockout

Memory blank history face, time and

Place, kill, forget, erase compiled

Complex of regret deny what’s felt as

Soul as second thought kill as in the

Womb

Lust in psychoticness, urge restraints

Yes

Men

Taunt the sane, block time, wipe out

Memory

Nothing ever mattered, limil keeps, find

Away, silence pays, hear’n say

Born bonded blood of the murder

Messiah, suppliers fill bloated

Hateseeds

Ovulation, spun shells of the new born

Submission to social stigmatyrs for

Life

Rotting in the heart of retrospect

Of anxiousness erect 2 disconnect

To disconnect the self from memory

And animate the cells re-energy

Survive, revive

Stimulating life, immortalize

The inner selfish victimized

Contradictory self, please the enemy

What has ever mattered will it benefit

An end, all that’s gave, unorchestered

Assimilator shedding free another

Layer

O' skin

Slicing thru digging out the rot of

Incapacity’s inadequacies

Cut into umbilicalous parasitic life

Locked into / re repethion / that

Nihrist

Ambition

Beating out the will of rhetorical

Overkill, brought down hard

Scold, benevolent, will it ever matter

Nothing’s ever relevant

Disconnecting human energy

Wasting ammunition on respect

Tap into another source of X

Why, suicide is birth and life is death

(of memory) the punishment’s a self

Inflicted gripe

Imitator, pistol type

Contradict, survive, bleed the enemy

Nothings / ever / mattered / will it

Benefit the end