your smoke billowed
and drowned out the silence
that built inside of me.
breaking my walls
and pushing me down
into the pits of this hell
with nothing but tears
and endless words
following me
to the scars and memories
of this murder.

nothing but violence
and chaos
to fill the cracks
in my dreams.
all of your needs
and wants and pleas
corroding the virgin
eyes of my past.
feeding the endless
stream of hatred
and silence
that destroys me
sliding into my lungs
and suffocating
the very last hope
as it claws at the walls
of my soul.

beating and scratching
until the shreds
are bigger than the being
that fills
this empty husk
there's nothing but this shell
scattered on the floor
waiting for the broom
to sweep the world away
so i can die in silence
with only the echoes
of your footsteps
to comfort me.

i am your violence
your passion
your lies

i am your whore

everything just falls apart and keeps crumbling
until i'm stuck in this pile of shit
and hurt and anger that i can't fix.
everything seems like bullshit.
no Band-Aids or kisses to make it better,
just words that do nothing
and tears that never come.
numb and empty and alone.
everything's broken and forgotten
as i sit here in this god-awful hell
with only my regrets for company.

lashing out at the night
and all that it holds
because nothing fixes the hurt i feel inside,
the absolute loneliness
that never seems to go away.
all i want to do is hide
and yet i've been shoved into this social hell
in which i sit as they interrogate me.

silence in the face of adversity
and tears in the shadow of love.
it's all bullshit
and i'm the one left behind.
lost in anger and desolation
with nothing but noise and a keyboard
to pass the time
.
it's yet another fall into the oblivion
that is my life
another scar, another tear
each adding to the chaos
that we call childhood.

so bold within our silence
how can we return
to endless streams of nonsense
where only hate we learn

our lives surrounding you
with chains of crimson steel
bonded by our anger
this fellowship unreal

taught to be submissive
to feel the faithful pains
yet even as we're praying
nothing real remains

you leave us in an instant
to yet another crew
of hopeless, weak fanatics
who'd die to worship you

so as we look toward sunrise
would mem'ries stay the same
if we knew our master
and the monster he became?