Nothing Is Coming for Any of Us

Virtuous Peeling the virtuous rind of impurity Seeded and depleted of morality's code Fertilize Tainted but fertile, braindead but still verbal Creation from lust is a goddamn rush A diabolical stare into the gateway of sin I can smell the sweet stench flow from deep within So I dig and dig, I tear the fleshy walls Deeper and deeper, objection falls weaker Arrogance encased in flesh I open the door to humanity's nest Staring back at me, I see the god that shouldn't bleed But he's wrapped in bloody sheets, an abomination of me I recede and hang it by its feet It won't stop crying and whining Shut the fuck up How could I expect a rebirth when my father left me a fucking whore? Don't you speak, don't say a fucking a word You will watch our boy suffocate As I'm beginning to strangle him Watch his soul leave his cold, dead eyes The final gasp of air dissolves as Father Time meets himself And starts to devolve, he reveals that nothing is real The universe beckons to sleep Nothing is real, nothing is coming for any of us Yeah, cry out for god and beg for the end No one can hear you scream, no one is coming for you No one is coming for you Nothing is real