A stale organic cage incarceration I'm in the stranger me
(Lost
Corridor Of Chameleons
We're The Carriers Of A New Anomaly;
Fold,
Assembled from dead, incompatible pieces
Livid fragments regenerated
Decomposing
A sustained static gaze
Oblivious to surroundings
Empty, strained, unmoving eyes
Subdued and repressed, a son of the vortex in faceless
I'm a carnal, organic anagram
Human flesh instead of written letters
I
Come and hear my twisted lies
The way I bend and
I'm the shallow, the superficial
I'm the common man
Faithless, narrow minded
Ind
Your words such unessential lies
Refract my barred up eyes
You all
Here we are to stay
We all can see the purblind
Melting hands, as in fear they've ruled
But will not anymore
Determination
An inwrought irksome rabbit is washing my stomach
I can't stop
I feel torn apart a vile misfit fallen
Deep into affliction
Vitalize, benevolent thoughts today
Encrust the encumbrance that encroach your b
I'm The Concrete Leper Sickness Repulsion
Embodied But Hear The
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