Suffering Bastard

LETRA

Suffering Bastard

Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks falls predicting strife. cranium
Exposed, denial of aesthetic. push it a little farther. all of this burnt to
Ashes, all of this torn to rags. i don't know what the f*** have i become?

Synapses snapping mortality decimated. breakdown whiskey shifts hate into
Overdrive. realizing it's murder of the self so clean. hand reaches out
Desecrates impunity. ripping away foundation's identity replacing with

Shame. transgression mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. anger
Inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance. what a bloody mess.
Visiting dark sites unknown, grief lands like a ton of bricks. all of this

Burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags...