It is deceit, it's made of lies,
it is the key to your demise

So late it comes, to realize
The tastes and feelings you despise

Burn, the space in your veins never learns,
the signs having shown will return
Too late to act so concerned

It's dead and gone, yet so eternal
Blessed, tempting and infernal
Seeping outside through internal
In your eyes I see it

Burn, the space in your veins never learns,
the signs having shown will return
Too late to act so concerned
Now you're just food for worms

It's price is right, it's time is now,
it's pulling, pushing you down

It's everything you've never found,
it's hesitation, it is doubt

It's made of heaven, made of love,
it's a reflection from above,
It's all of this, but not enough,
it's god's unresistable

Bluff, the space in your veins never learns,
the signs having shown will return,
Too late to act so concerned,
Now you're just food for worms

The space in my head that I made back when I was dead
is now approaching the horizon like a fetus through the after birth
And now decisions left up to my discretion
bring the future further forward and the possible true

This blood creation from the mental indignation
that had sprouted from the lack of understanding the lost,
and the choices that so frighten all the fools as fingers tighten
on the throat of clueless masses bring my soul to a buzz

And living with this longing searching words
but falling short of a description or procession to untieable knots,
so focus anger into passion
and obsession to create is the sensation that I will,
forever, feel it burn