Chaos masked in lace
And the see through pain of dying
Warped disbands the inner psyche
Among the virtue that we're buying.
Caricatures of separate reason
Dissolve to bittered sores
Spit on our remains
And consecrated virgin whores.
Scattered upon self-pity,
Broken halos cleansed with sin
Twisted wings of angels dead
Impaled within my skin.
A beseechment for the desperate
Sallow faces oozing grief
Seething torsos ravished holy
Crippled hard with false belief.
Dead babies born condemnation
Fucking our abandonment
Shot up cold with vampires
And seeking quiet confident.
Selling souls for sympathy
Painted faces flowing sorrow
Too scared of who they are
To promise a tomorrow.
I'm crying pain infinity
As I fight my desolation
And engaging in forever
Never hurt the sins of our damnation.Gehenna�1997
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