There is a devil in the shadows
Just another dream of broken things
Not all the sheep will follow
Look for the truth salvation brings?
Nothing wrong with what's in me
Apart from last weaks bindge
I touched the child, the pritty thing
Suck my finger!(s now their singed)

If only I could be myself
Instead of something that I'm not
I pray to Him with open eyes
And hope that they forgot

Look at yourself, what do you see?
I see the God I found in me

Look at yourself, what do you see?
I see something you can never be

I wish that I wasn't myself
And I was something that I'm not
I pray to Him with open arms
And still I'm nort but lost . . .

Look threw the mirror

At the god on the other side

Yourself is something that your not

What 's in this bottle marked pride?

Do you know what youv forgot

You are the thing trapped by its life

See what you want, can you pay the price?

the first words in that stanza sound nice

This rhythm, this rhyme
This rhythm and this rhyme
Are as disjointed as the Gods pet puppets
Dancing moronically in time
Were all just rejected until we loose it
Then they say sorry
And suddenly everything's fine!



I'v herd they found a cure
For this divinely created infection . . .

Mother won't you touch me
Come into my heart
Stolen lines mark out this life
4 corners keep us apart

but 4 only has 6
what answer is found in this?

Chaos is the strongest order you will fined

I looked at the sky one day
I saw it was my friend
So I took a dagger in my hand
This life I tried to end
But when I saw myself
I looked into my eyes
But then I saw the knife!
And now I cower,
When devils and angels fly

Live in virtue, no desire
Dance around the burning witches pyre
Denounce virtue! Live in desire!
And you will fiend yourself within that fire

I long for the touch of innocent flesh
Its like a drug . . . exotic and erotic
As our lips they gently kiss
I long for the touch of innocent flesh
Lying lovingly in my bed
But what is this . . . O' what is this!
When I touch innocens it ends up dead.

If only I could touch myself
Instead of something that I'm not
I pray to Him from on all fours
Who are they? I forgot . . .

I lost the day I . . . .

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Aeguary, in the year 315 AF.