Taste me, you made me what I am,

Mind polluting, worthless fuck.

Am I the mental feast, bruised and scarred, the underdog

A pawn within a losers game, my strength will grow upon your fear.

Slime, in time you'll face your end line, judge me not before

Yourself.

Breed, take my pride - that's all you can.

Hatred surges burning...



-burning me -



Feed, for what atonement do you seek?

Your dying grasp of loyalty...



-breaks like brittle bones -



Forgotten past, I stand condemned,

For I am more powerful than you'd imagine.

• Aryanisms
• Awake
• Cause & Effect
• Christening of The Blind
• Contemptuous
• Dementia Access
• Discordance
• Distorting The Medium
• Exile
• Got Time to Kill
• I Abstain
• Idiosyncratic
• Judicial Slime
• The World Keeps Turning
• Upward & Uninterested