2 acessos
I have found my face gnawing
Away at my own existence again
It's feeding and medication on the
Ballooning hunger for a formulated religion
For my lord comes in a tiny capsulated form
Restore prayers with inebriation - my dependency
A substance helping me string
And I must carefully weave my life
In a destructive, spiraling transcendency
These divine elements shine
A light so radiant when synthesized
A celestial antidote to cure all
A heavenly impurity to alter what we know as God