I'm Tired of counting bodies
in this melo-drama soap set
Amnesiac infants that are
ripe just for the training
of this quicksand seduction

The sea is parted from the
endless corruption of fault
Those affectionate hands of
the anti-christ leading the
way to this inevitable verdict

The opposition can't feel
the tenticle suction cup
over their mouth that takes
the weight out of the living
Ask the vagabonds who bare
witness to this everyday,
tripping over endless proof

Yet this clock keeps ticking
The hypodermic living keep
kicking, and keep choking
Time portals are breached
by the open-minded, while
ignorant sheep are left
behind to be branded by the
protoculture - null and void

The incentive of our essence
limps with the cane of despair
The sedated robbed earth's cause
Sickened with thirst they suck
it dry, and he can't help but
to give in to catatonic leisure

This hex was delivered by the
orchestra of fate, synthesized
into the epidemic of gaia
this fever bliss into anxiety

You're bitten upon the entrance.