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The nuance

The chaos

The fleeting elation

Lysergic lethargy

A memory in postmortem

That’s sowing the seeds

For angst, distrust

Profound disgust

Diabolical and so improbable

Bleeding lines

Paint outside the eyes

Now stop and fall

You made this disease

(Hallucination in the stem of distortion)

And it hates what you are

The imagery is a lethal dose

That’ll burn out your last bulb of hope

When the scaring stops

And the death begins

And you slowly become

Your own loose end

Suffer with your own

Suffer with your own fate

You made this disease

(Hallucination is the stem of distortion)

And it hates what you are

(Hallucination is the stem of distortion)

You carry all that follows you

You carry all that follows

As it falls into the void

You bury self in hollows too

You bury self in hollow

The more you become destroyed

The ending is a bitter one

Designed by those who wait

For hell to freeze over

But it’s simply far too late

Far too late

You made this disease

(Hallucination is the stem of distortion)

And it hates what you are

(Hallucination is the stem of distortion)

You made this disease

(Hallucination is the stem of distortion)

And it hates what you are