My Roads Have Red Veins

Kill the masters, my strings are torn
Debt chains unlocked, slave mask discarded.

Detached from reality, no seeking solace or peace
The narcissistic venom is free to alter ones self humility.

Emotions flow through the core of pure agony
I can't believe this was next beyond the ecstasy
Still we divide, we dissolve and decompose
Our atoms shatter at the thoughts of the great below.

A panic knot ties the ends, a swirl in head space
Lift the falling ego in me and label it too big to fail.

I have sacrificed so many things to rid myself of purpose
I have sacrificed so many things to cleanse myself of any worth.

The vigor of youth is left behind
Enter this decayed state of mind
And so we set the wild echoes flying
towards the sacred art, the sacred art of denying.

Negative archetypes narrow my views
Distorted prism of light shines through
Be wary of the bright shiny idol
Critical thinking is due a revival.

Arcane thoughts. Complex plots
A world bereft of new ideas
So the liquid drops with acidic knots
Burning grief into my new skin
Burning guilt into my new skin
Burning shame into my new skin.

Breathe in foundations. Cement the spine
Smooth out the edges, to bridge the divide
Golden liquid, sinks into moral decline
This is the process, just pretend it's fine.

My Roads Have Red Veins
My Roads Have Red Veins.

No screams, no sound, no tone
My skin turns to stone
But the voice within did not relent
Just repeated the word "Repent."

Overwhelming cement of hurt
My place picked out in the dirt
In stone and sulfur
Terrified heart I'll make you suffer.

First do it to yourself
Self-inflicted pain
Take an eye for an eye and
Bite the hand that starves you.

This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in
This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in
This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in
This weak old world. This weak old world is caving in.

This, this weak old world is caving in
there is no hope with justice defeated
Humanitys gone, depleted
Enter this brave new world and
serve the servants that you know
as masters and cheaters casting doubt amongst believers.

My Roads Have Red Veins. Biased land my skin
My Roads Have Red Veins. Foundations drenched in sin
My Roads Have Red Veins. Bloodline motorways
My Roads Have Red Veins. What I've built has been ripped and torn away.

Ripped and torn away
Ripped and torn
Ripped and torn away
Ripped and torn.