Lullaby
Ectoplasmic clay molds before your eyes
Masturbation as you dream
Golden halls mean wooden walls
But you're blind as you attend to your whim
As your thoughts wander around
You go deeper and deeper into the depths of your own foolishness
And you'll end up lost in the golden halls of your ectoplasmic dream
Soon you'll be nothing but wormfood
A rotting corpse waiting for the day of its death
How pitiful...
Not only have you sinned
But you also failed to realize that the world is no Eden
And now you bleed and you cry
Upon you they'll feed and you'll die
If only you have seen this coming,
You wouldn't be so hopeless, so lifeless, so godless...
Don't worry, there is a way out of your dream...
WAKE UP.
grasseseatcows
2/22/2005 04:39:00 PM