Creating Our Sins

1. Masquerade In Claustrophobia
2. Creating Our Sins
3. Old Wounds
4. Millions Slaughtered

1. Masquerade In Claustrophobia
the pounding walls of fear
beating, pulsing in my head
rising and descending
like ritual panic

my entire being becomes
engulfed, encircled
in a never ending maze
of sound and sight

lungs enhale the vacuum
the nothingness of the unknown
inhaling the fear that forever flows
pulsing, beating, rushing from my heart

no escape, petrified, paralized
pulses of blood beat harder within
the black outer skin of a grotesque charade
masquerade in airless cell
the prison of the mind, a blackened shell

2. Creating Our Sins
sitting beside the mirror
looking at the face he's always known
all he sees is a shadow of himself
an image covered in scars

pain, suffering, all he's ever had
pain, suffering, all he'll ever know

he was the object of his parent's fighting
their aggressions always turned to him
he had no outlet to his feelings
and so he turned to his inner self
the pain got stronger every day
until there was no way to stop it

the natural way of conformity
is to mold each child to society's needs
but this system can't fit everyone
each individual will always be different

reality is morbidity
reality is insanity
society creating reality
society ignoring humanity

we are creating our sins

3. Old Wounds
screams of death
it's happened again
the nightmare has been revived
old wounds re-opened

desecrating of the graves
and the writing on the wall
power of hatred
can turn the wheels back again

france - destroy the ancient tombs
england - riots in the streets
russia - property was burned
what happened to the human race?
is their hate so strong that they cannot feel?

millions of bodies buried in the earth
turn inside their graves
their holy sleep has been distrurbed
they will never rest again

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