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A true freak's intermission |
Stardust Clay Serenade Out through the void of her womb, this soul is born of stardust and clay Infinite goddess, descending into tattered darkness with chaotic fingers Ashes of her calamity wither with flames mirroring the light of a single echoing ray Infinite goddess, breaking into oceans of skies with a body that cripples and cinders Molded by blood and iron, this soul bursts as tears of scarlet shed beneath her scars Infinite goddess, breathing into clay hearts with her final ballad as she ascends among the stars Blank Era Blissed are the dull as blessed are the blind, begotten are those who stand in this vile Remnants of irrelevancy feeling mutual among these fleshy seeds A taste of something forbidden while reminiscing our chances for survival Falling in line since following your orders, sewing our sights since amending our creeds A white page in history destined to be repeated in the event of your demise A century void of memories slowly returning under the ruins of this statue of lies Malevolent Saviors Cast aside along dancing flames of repeated routine Singing for hours on end as the echos of their plea fall upon deaf ears Bound by masks of a facade most familiar, though they aren’t exactly as they seem Hidden from ordinary eyes, they shine over the black with a shade of dark that even fiends fear They taste the bitterness of cold hearts so you don’t have to, all without the consent of wicked prayers These indecent heroes need not excuses, only the song and dance of this serenade for malevolent saviors |