Broke even into the cult of tar,
Corrupted insides and bleeding scars,
Finding solace in a vortex of smoke,
Vanishing resistance but breeding hope.
Sages speak ill of compulsion,
Hypocritical contempt for this malicious corruption,
Pay no heed to these lair's talk,
Its an unnecessary necessity for the path you walk.
God feeds my addiction with the plenty of this world,
While man guilt's me to starvation,
With his falsely divine words.
[Cluster III]
Corrupted insides and bleeding scars,
Finding solace in a vortex of smoke,
Vanishing resistance but breeding hope.
Sages speak ill of compulsion,
Hypocritical contempt for this malicious corruption,
Pay no heed to these lair's talk,
Its an unnecessary necessity for the path you walk.
God feeds my addiction with the plenty of this world,
While man guilt's me to starvation,
With his falsely divine words.
[Cluster III]
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