A Perfect Pseudocrity

As I fall through the depths depths of this abyss inside A cold swirl devours me Me of my last drop of sense Fallen way Way beyond From the archaic heights I now see See no black Only see colors so blind Reason obliviates emotion, Lust obliviates lust Time obliviates touch Numbness I left in thy crust I see the pain in your eyes Eating you from deep inside Guiding you to the scenes you've seen Again they light the torch of misery I see the pain in your eyes Feel my burning touch in your thighs Leaving you in the abyss of demise Fight thy haunting guilts tonight From a sense Sense so vivid From a life so rheotic I now live Live a life Emptied by pseudocrity Perfection thy desire Unholy cry for lust I see thy fixated To the chains of disgust Reason obliviates emotion Lust obliviates lust Time obliviates touch Numbness I left in thy crust I see the pain in your eyes Eating you from deep inside Guiding you to the scenes you've seen Again they light the torch of misery I see the pain in your eyes Feel my burning touch in your thighs Leaving you in the abyss of demise Fight thy haunting guilts tonight Reason obliviates emotion Lust obliviates lust Time obliviates touch Numbness I left in thy crust I see the pain in your eyes Eating you from deep inside Guiding you to the scenes you've seen Again they light the torch of misery I see the pain in your eyes Feel my burning touch in your thighs Leaving you in the abyss of demise Fight thy haunting guilts tonight