Scum/Trauma

Found in this spiral

I dwell and endure

What's left of me, what's left for you

To consume and repress

No sense, nothing left for the weak

Just a horde of scum

Deserving nothing more than pain

Nothing more than pain

You rat

Run

No sense, nothing left for the weak

Just a horde of scum

Deserving nothing more than pain

Oppression

Release their spirit and let it foul

Oppression

You will fall and crawl before my bloodstained knees

The lonely fight behind my eyes

Visions of violence still denied

But now the rope pulls tight around your neck

I can finally breathe

Traumatized, my rest waits underneath

The end draws near

My soul, I left it, abandoned my own flesh

I always knew it

The truth I preached all along

I always knew it

Never blooming flowers always rot

Rot

Burn

Traumatized