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hell – no martyr’s cage lyrics

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constrained, find no solace here, my finite quest lies paralysed sequestering dreams internally – indemnify my will to die closed iron bars adorn my home, a palisade? a palindrome? the red regalia’s savage chafe…..has sealed this b-st-rd’s fate

an annuloid penitentiary, in which humanity suffers brutality an aristocracy of inconsistency, whose hierarchy exalts monotony but your apology is sheer hypocrisy – a masquerade with no integrity

forever drowning slowly in a sea of deathly dreams a caustic embrocation to the mental wounds of fear

is this fantasy? – or insanity?

mindless fascination with the cracks which rise and fall constant masturbation to the pictures on my wall an epitaph to frustration, a nightmare, base disorientation a hopeless quest, i cannot rest, a shackled man, withheld, oppressed

pallor taints my haggard face, i strain and struggle to remain a member of the human race smash! lash! slap! and crack! – stretched and wrenched upon the rack whipping, dripping, stripping slices cruelly from an aching back piece by piece, torn apart, but still they cannot break my heart or my spirit’s deep elation this butchery, a bl–dy proof for those who cannot hear the truth should not be loosed on any nation constrained, find no solace here, my finite quest lies paralysed sequestering dreams internally – indemnify my will to die closed iron bars adorn my home, a palisade? a palindrome? the red regalia’s savage chafe…..has sealed this b-st-rd’s fate

an annuloid penitentiary, in which humanity suffers brutality an aristocracy of inconsistency, whose hierarchy exalts monotony but your apology is sheer hypocrisy – a masquerade with no integrity

forever drowning slowly in a sea of deathly dreams a caustic embrocation to the mental wounds of fear

is this fantasy? – or insanity?

mindless fascination with the cracks which rise and fall constant masturbation to the pictures on my wall an epitaph to frustration, a nightmare, base disorientation a hopeless quest, i cannot rest, a shackled man, withheld, oppressed

pallor taints my haggard face, i strain and struggle to remain a member of the human race smash! lash! slap! and crack! – stretched and wrenched upon the rack whipping, dripping, stripping slices cruelly from an aching back piece by piece, torn apart, but still they cannot break my heart or my spirit’s deep elation this butchery, a bl–dy proof for those who cannot hear the truth should not be loosed on any nation