I better sin quickly before karma catches up with me
It’s so easy to live like this, entrenched in hypocrisy
Constant violations of my ostensible philosophy
Because I can’t gain piety from these things I’ve seen
I can’t reverberate the meaning in the words I speak
I can’t detach from bitter memories

This love I felt was nothing but a sinister fallacious melody played by Shiva on a guitar fashioned from a walnut tree that carries its parasitic energy
The rhythms unfold inexorably in an ineffable duality like an elegy in ecstasy, a threnody of our futility and our black tide of entropy

This aforementioned melody has possessed me for 21 years of aforementioned bitter memories and jealousy of those who breathe in chaos breathlessly with no concern for things heavenly and through their unsteady bliss find a sort of transient ascendancy
If I could pray it would be to forget the reality of heresy
If I could pray it would be to the dove that was once named Mary
If I could pray
It would reverberate through me every second of every day

Like the aforementioned false words I make with my chemically unsatisfactory brain
Without the blessings of the deep caverns of the insane
Just a dull, real fucking dull and numb pain in my skull
Self-inflicted always I think the idea of free will was something God invented to make man feel better about himself
Maybe free will itself is Godhood, self-help for those who help themselves
And for those who can’t, we’ve got an overpopulated hell
Above and below we’ve built a high rise we rot in like a cell

There was no paradise lost, we just immediately fell
An instantaneous instantiation of that thing we and I and you called hell
And how vertiginous is this hell that we sculpted for ourselves
How vertiginous is this hell that I sculpted for myself
There was no paradise lost, we just immediately fell
An instantaneous instantiation of that thing we and I and you called hell
And how vertiginous is this hell that we sculpted for ourselves
How vertiginous is this hell that I sculpted for myself