on martyrdom by
sole come chop me down.
got a hole in my head, all that leaks falls in grace. got a god-abandoned smile on my god-abandoned face. in this god-abandoned place. welcome to the fire pit, love is a thing of the past. the ego scouts don't like me, i see through them and all those that are behind them. keep your head high, i've got prescriptions to fill. if your thoughts are only 99% pure they will poison you. so i'm always being sure, the cold stare, the razor tongue, and nero's arrows point both ways in a perfect void. dancing in a perfect world. never so high on my own aging flesh, i been wrong ever since i started living out my first impulse. fuck facts, i've got a gut feeling. people with integrity lose their will to struggle and speak for something greater than greed. on the day i become what i despise, slit might throat and raise my child.