Devout

Show me your broken soul

Spew out your disease

It's something that I wanted

It's something that I need

For love of filth, and soul stoned lust, you can't let go

You cultivate disease

Well that's okay, cause' I'm sick just like you

Sorted thoughts, and memories of lack luster, and empty space between

We're monsters and we don't know why

But that's how it goes, and seriously it's lost on me why

Casting a stone, the story always ends so fucking bleak

You and I eternally chained to a lie told by need

Wanting and needing the selfish feeding

Effortless breathing, constant repeating

Taunting and pleading, the gluttons eating

Euphoric seeding, watching the t.v., haunting the grieving

Sever the wicked hand, spit out the waste!

Kill for a crumb and then die from the taste!

No more room for piece of shit dead heads

You and I eternally chained to a lie told by need

A self-fulfilling prophecy that fills the void

Just long enough to fill the need to be received

When all you needed was your own

For love of filth, and soul stoned lust, you can't let go

You cultivate disease

Well that's okay, cause' I'm sick just like you

Sorted thought and memories of lack luster and empty space between

We're monsters and we don't know why!