Koert Van Der Laan - Bastard of the West

Contextual voices spread their wings inside the hive
Feeding their larvae with the guise of my youth
Perpetual rumours that flood these broken halls
Portrayal viewed by elders from every field
They've all corrupted every song I bore from broken heart
Maggots planted on my plate reveal a clear facade
Fabricated actions, words, behaviour, and intent
Became my pained depiction, most of which I can't reject
The narrow seething eyes, the grimace of your face
The crosses that you bear upon this wretched place
Inside your dreadful spawn your weeds proliferate
This pseudo-giving way is what I fucking hate
Unbound your lies exist unraveling every thought
Of imitated soul, the vision of your thoughts
Suppressed my every hope, disregard my very best
I've tried to overcome the bastard of the west
Lies are drawn behind these eyes
Seen by those the fowl designed
The narrow seething eyes, the grimace of your face
The crosses that you bear upon this wretched place
Inside your dreadful spawn your weeds proliferate
This pseudo-giving way is what I fucking hate
Unbound your lies exist unraveling every thought
Of imitated soul, the vision of your thoughts
Suppressed my every hope, disregard my very best
And now you wonder why I'm the bastard of the west

Written by:
Koert van der Laan

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