The Hurt That Finds You First

End this debate, no need to dream of solace I'll be your truth in this game that is life Your will withering away Among the comatose but insight's not your fate Minds align to fire the sequence You will feel the knife as it turns Taste visions of ruin and thirst Make for safe haven but I will find you first Capitulate, you know this fight is over Spiritual flesh, my stomach starts to churn A perfected mindjack Confirmed illusion Euphoric state You gag, you choke Words, virus They echo in your ears True bliss through bondage and, oh, here come the tears I find my joy in fear A soul cadaver, I'm the hurt that finds you first Capitulate Hide You'll be mine either way Grind my teachings on the soulless In a sense, devastations structure bleeding through my sermon The repose of true angels paves my way to power Parasite, a state of which you'll be proud Under my soothing shroud Innocence? This systems roaring howl Deafens all reason Questions reduced to silence