carnage my only principal i follow the trail of red to the place they will find the dead carnated remains of attempts lost to time but not forgotten just resigned i bare the scars of repression a hollow downplayed aggression trap i set was tripped by unseen parables in the grip of divine spectacles transcend only to enjoy the fall a curse like a wave of sound crashing upon the blunt instrument of my pain you think you know me i am the inequality that reaps us all twin flames burn out i am out of wick nevermind the metaphor you've heard it before the serpent the spider the poison the web inside you a plant a seed of dread wait for it to sprout then spread wisdom wilts as you prepare so much is wasted only rot will serve you now the head games that play out only hault what we could be step into my sight without your disguise and lets pretend that the lies that circle us like flies will fly away so we can finely be as we were made to make more only more