| I'm breathing out a summer day, The sun appears to shine and I'm Feeling its warmth at my back. Drinking nectar like the Gods and Laughing with these strangers I know. But Deeper down, A melancholy holds me, Beneath my skin, flesh and soul, Attaching with my fears; A desire to scream the prayers That bring forth the shame I feel. The truth is a form of hurt Pumping misery through my veins. Using a kind of alien implant, Bypassing a heart unused. Invading early in my life, Making me think there's no other. My friends grown round this alien, Expecting my ways within its fog. A betrayal I have no hold on. Sticking the knife in my own back, Hoping to kill the sucking entity. But the two urns will always remain. Living with the love is so easy; Dreams come to night and day. Friendship turns apathy into nothing more, Just a contradiction that fills my life Supplementing the sweet surrender. Belief just isn't enough When my pain comes from within, Stimulating my mind to evil and hurt. Electroshocks controlling my brain, A prisoner to that other conscience, One that should be cut away. A betrayal I have no hold on. Sticking the knife in my own back, Hoping to kill the sucking entity. But the two urns will always remain. |
| Parasitic Roots |