The Acacia Strain
Delusionalisphere
Don't preach to me
Your words are hollow
Beauty is deep
But the mind is shallow
Born to lead
But destined to follow
Bathe in the darkness
Shower in the shadow
Eyes are open
Mind is broken
Drown in the vomit
Let it soak in
Candlelight vigil
There is no evil
I want to be the devil
Subjugated and never subversive
Try to put some thought into your fucking words
Neutral fanfare where nobody wins
I still believe in all your sins
I wish there was a hell so you could go there to rot
I wish there was a god so I could slit his fucking throat
I went to your funeral and nobody came
I only showed up to piss in your grave
Don't preach to me
Your words are hollow
Beauty is deep
But the mind is shallow
Born to lead
But destined to follow
Bathe in the darkness
Shower in the shadow
Along with my mistakes
Can't tell if I'm asleep or awake
Weight on my chest
Nothing left, eternal rest
The lies you spoke won't die with me
I wrote them down for all to see
There is no great mystery
You're digging for gold in an old rotten oak tree