The Formations Of Desire

The Fixation Is Not What You Have Created It Is The Art Within Yourself That Creates Itself

It Shows You Meaning And Blinds Your Truths With What Really Might Matter In Your Eyes

Do Not Bleed Upon Me As If I Am A Fiction That Must Be Created Into A Face Worth Seeing

I Will Not Walk Among You If All You Must Do Is To Throw Stones And Knock Me Inbetween Myself

I Look Away From This Fake Insurrection As It Taunts Me To Bring Upon My Own Armeggedon

Let It Burn For I Shall Take Upon The Formations Of Desire To Fixate The Location Of The True Answer

So Scream In Your Little Lies While Twisting Your Innocent Cries For I Shall Not Watch You Die

I Am Haunted By Your Scars But Hated By Your Fiends Who Ever Said I Wanted To Flee?

In A Quick Phase Of Emotions I Will Run Away From Your Distant Hallways Closing What Truly Is Broken

So Try And Find The Pieces To Pick Up Only To Let Them Go To Shatter Again In My Own Smile

Lock Away The Passage For I Shall Not Enter Your Dark Inner Savage Breathing So Hard And So Deep

I Will Set The Knifes Down Along With Your Exsistence Fading Within The Stare Of The Victims

Making The Exit That Affects The Mystery Within The House

Will You Be The One To Turn The Key?