Slow days
Slow words
Slow lies
Slow ends
So many years to clean the slate
Endless despair within its wake
His touch soiling what used to be clean
His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams no more
Slow pains
Slow deaths
And again he rides in, it's September
And he covets the gullible
Skeletal wish! Hunter!
A thousand lies, cast from the throne of secrecy
Hear him spewing forth meaning to miserable lies
See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair
The insect trust! Believer!
Your body a vehicle to house his disease
Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind
Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn
Invisible king! Dying!
Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow
A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
The swift solution crumbles beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece
Death in his eyes! Waiting!
Spiralling judgement, provoked in the rains
This futile test drowned in the levee of deception
This futile test drowned in the levee of deception
In the year of his sovereign
Rid us of your judgement
Heir apparent
