a cold gaze of the unreal
false realms of our inanimate children
through veins do not coarse , synapses are fired
as we travel through a twisted paradise
of our own making, a realm of indulgence
of l*** and power
the decay of reality
myriad of pleasures
repeating endlessly
to the point of disgusting perversion
drunk with power
in this garden of eden
pleasure fuses with pain
a god with a bloodlust
surpassing the most deprived
m********, blinded by a fiendish brutality
thought of the insane and schizophrenic
are deleted redirection into another reality
false realms of our inanimate children
through veins do not coarse , synapses are fired
as we travel through a twisted paradise
of our own making, a realm of indulgence
of l*** and power
the decay of reality
myriad of pleasures
repeating endlessly
to the point of disgusting perversion
drunk with power
in this garden of eden
pleasure fuses with pain
a god with a bloodlust
surpassing the most deprived
m********, blinded by a fiendish brutality
thought of the insane and schizophrenic
are deleted redirection into another reality