Immaculate

There is a pitch black behind your smile As you drown in your thin disguise Nothing pauses your pain, stained with disdain Your soul is dead Beneath your fraud portrait lurks a cold desire To drag everything down and sink it all below Keep it all at bay, there is no truth when only lies can reign A forced, rotten agenda Staked, ingrained Blood soaks the altar at which your work is done Breathe in love, exhale harm, in this twisted bond Pulsing through the hands of your target mind Unattainable standards thrive They will pursue and pledge to your golden claim You parasite You haunt the earth You haunt the earth A void in your consciousness Leaves a trail of hypocrisy Blankness shrouds any empathy All left to rot in this hell you've made You parasite Blood soaks the altar at which your work is done Breathe in love, exhale harm, in this twisted bond