ThomasKG - Through the Static

Welcome to my humble abode
In which I confide
In burning memory, a form of reverie
An era died, died, died
I only take some grievances to light
A spark in my heart destroyed my sight
Some lines may have been crossed
But I will take the shot
To live tonight, night, night

These writhing souls fall
To my beckoning call
Your voices so small
Breathing yet not alive at all
A central darkness
Pulls from your harness
I'm one too, I confess
Unlike you, I do not possess

It's our debut
The dead automatic perform for you
Through the static, panic
We still move
Kind of erratic with a touch of hue
A story quite traumatic
Rotting corpses tell a tale of torture
Gorier lore than the darkest mortal horrors
I hate chaos yet I adore disorder
Watching, stalking
Leave you alive coming back for more

The smell of bleeding flesh
Marks my numbing presence
I hope you're scared of me
Or else you might not be
Alive for very long
Feel the imprisonment torture your mind
The souls of the damned commit my crime
I used to be like you
A savior to the few
Beyond my weary mind

These writhing souls fall
To my beckoning call
Your voices so small
Breathing yet not alive at all
A central darkness
Pulls from your harness
I'm one too, I confess
Unlike you, I do not possess

It's our debut
The dead automatic perform for you
Through the static, panic
We still move
Kind of erratic with a touch of hue
A story quite traumatic
Rotting corpses tell a tale of torture
Gorier lore than the darkest mortal horrors
I hate chaos yet I adore disorder
Watching, stalking
Leave you alive coming back for more

Ashes are ashes when
Dust to rust is my name
I've got a sin I've committed
More sinister than the pain
A living simple coincidence
Between heaven and hell
Lamenting lacrimogenic
Still riding my carousel
The pain drives me insane
Yet fuels eccentric eyes
Got your remnant twisted up
Inside your firm disguise
Let it melt away and lose all that I've got
But I always make it back
To give you one last shock

It's our debut
The dead automatic perform for you
Through the static, panic
We still move
Kind of erratic with a touch of hue
A story quite traumatic
Rotting corpses tell a tale of torture
Gorier lore than the darkest mortal horrors
I hate chaos yet I adore disorder
Watching, stalking
Leave you alive coming back for more

Written by:
Thomas Rise

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