Sick is the world

Sick is the world as its spinning around
Every day you are holy confound, because
The ills of society have wrote it all, you
King of the world the midnight calls you

Won’t you see those seas of black?
A fading moon won’t bring back
In the seas of timely sewn
Now you see the dead that roam

The eater of opium will show you the way
To bring a black fantasia to these pacified days
Darkness will be illuminated once again
Caused by cynical dreams and a universe of sins
Evil is riding on those seas of rage like a
Surfboard through time on a fiery maze
The steel plated sentries of my evil life
Are like spirits from beyond my villainous light

Low and behold you’re deafening eye
Lasting injunction of suicide crime
Death is the savior of intoxed earth
Writing a letter of paramount worth

Everybody hides a darkaholic lust of
Acidic dreams making beautiful rust or
Sarchaphaus scents and occultict laws hiding
Psychotic notions under mystical flaws
The neon lights that fill up the skies are only
Sigils to fame and the putrid lies of
Death bells tolling for the pain to end and
Cadavers brought back again and again

Hellish depths of timeless rage
Villains up through a hazy maze
Sliding through a bloody war
Suicidal phantom door

Mistake no other for this desolate clan
Of egocentric fantasies ruling this land
An illusionary drain it was at birth
A quazziclassic notion of spiritual worth
A phantazzamatic miracle is substituting love for a
Skepticism clique from the brotherhood of darkness and an
Atrophineic substance is impaling my mind cause
Resurrections of my evils are emanate lies!