Sludge V4 (demo4) (Patreon)

art by nekosnicker

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Am I the master of my fate

Or will this carrion of hate

Embalm my ever writhing psyche

In a box of blood red tape

Poster child, torn snake oil goddess

Cardinal ashes, much too modest

Priestesses of a lesser knowledge

Strung high by tempered sins

Relinquish every innocent

Understanding, reprimanding

On the docket, equal measure

Testify these simple pleasures

Such is life, scape of strife

Uproot the sinister sacred rites

Disciple of a dying creed

Hungering this sickness to be freed

To be freed

To be freed

To be freed

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Rivers run red

Rivers run red

Rivers run red

Rivers run red

Rivers run red

Rivers run red

Rivers run red

Rivers run red

Choke the stench of my flesh

Rot before you, my final breath

Honour death, abduct my virtue

Stuff each spout, snuff my light

Flay, harvest, defile, devour

Lash for every wasted hour

Point and laugh, make merry mass

As I become the ground that you walk on

The sludge of my veins

Will swallow up the rains

Gripping tight to the reins

That which I’ve wielded subjugation plain

Seep into the soils

As the skin that grows must boil

Nourished a toxin sky devised by

None other than the man next door

This tortured marrow rotting out

Serves to garnish every doubt

Once vanity now ostracized

No mere demise would live without

Defiling mire of endless yield

Where absence wrought a baneful shield

The vain which promised the means to end

Now warden of your acumen