Social Paranoia..

I call you from beneath and you went up the stairs,

Grossly indiscreet you shatter earthly cares,

Moments of filthy glory I hate to look back,

The touchstone of life now I have to crack,

 

As I burn... blind gargoyles stare...

The decay of sanity in your sacred lair,

I cry for you to the unholy ones,

And take a bullet more from indecent guns,

 

Psychotic pain feeds on my passion for fear,

I cry for the dead... I cry for the near,

A dagger of love drains my mechanical blood,

Rights of life dry up as novice sorrow’s flood,

 

The slit in my wrist that make us one,

Virgin mayhem plants its seeds underneath the sun,

Unknown sources of surreal visions explore,

Private doom ... are we bound to ignore?

 

Cry for blinding lights... I cry for Hell,

Million pieces of broken glass with a single story to tell,

Pride in my destruction, I feel so free,

The prime of the Angel is the prime of Devil’s glee...