Immaculate
OBEYER
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