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 save 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, devastation's 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 system's roaring howl

Deafens all reason

Questions reduced to silence