The Changeling Prince - Thou

Silence any insight

Nuance ground into dust

Suppressive personalities

Mechanicals to the fore

As the short sighted ne’er do wells proselytize

In various degrees of mumbles and shouts

We laugh!

At the keening wail;

We stare!

Down the shrieking eye

As they strip off their clothing and run bare bones through the streets

As they waste away in hedonistic glut

Haunting fractured reality, dwellers of delusion

Crooning the primacy of their singular perspective

Humming the hymn of knives, the veneration of disdain

Corrosive idolatry

Humming the hymn of knives, the veneration of disdain

Haunting fractured reality, dwellers of delusion

Crooning the primacy of their singular perspective

Enshrouded glacial deformity, that blighted obscenity

Scratching out the lines, we never thought you’d cross

Begging for the illusion, pining for fabrication, for a pallid shadow

Behind the mask, another mask

Behind the mask, another mask

Behind the mask, another mask