Pathogens
I will not forget the Hands that lay before me
I have formed my path through mutilated words
And my maze is interrupted by sinking ships.
It's time to climb down from your throne.
It's time to fix the pieces of broken nodes.
The multitudes of muses lie in ruins.
The vultures gather to pray for benevolence.
Dreaming to find peace in the minds of the righteous.
Where pockmarked mementos eat at their wounds
In a hope that the adrenaline will seep
But the infestation has begun to flood (has by-gones to flood)
Disease - is the new trend amongst the giants.
A new culture is created with major discrepancies.
So whether you choose to live a lie in a beautiful hell.
Or see the truth in the emptiness of a black and white room.
That's your decision
We can only guess what those eyes have seen
We can only live in the wake of your incision
A gash littered in aromas and gushing faithlessness
Onto an already barren sea of parasites
Fondling for comfort
Hoping that they could be loved too
Not just be another
Number, neither do I
Want to be another number
Broken by my own fragile hands
- C. Eli Barnes with Alfredo Domador of In The Aftermath
I have formed my path through mutilated words
And my maze is interrupted by sinking ships.
It's time to climb down from your throne.
It's time to fix the pieces of broken nodes.
The multitudes of muses lie in ruins.
The vultures gather to pray for benevolence.
Dreaming to find peace in the minds of the righteous.
Where pockmarked mementos eat at their wounds
In a hope that the adrenaline will seep
But the infestation has begun to flood (has by-gones to flood)
Disease - is the new trend amongst the giants.
A new culture is created with major discrepancies.
So whether you choose to live a lie in a beautiful hell.
Or see the truth in the emptiness of a black and white room.
That's your decision
We can only guess what those eyes have seen
We can only live in the wake of your incision
A gash littered in aromas and gushing faithlessness
Onto an already barren sea of parasites
Fondling for comfort
Hoping that they could be loved too
Not just be another
Number, neither do I
Want to be another number
Broken by my own fragile hands
- C. Eli Barnes with Alfredo Domador of In The Aftermath