The Substance Illusion Lyrics

Let me be your solace espace
Bring me your silence to rape

I want to eat your moral fiber
Give in, just give in

Mental bodies twisted and mangled into foul lovers
Trick imagery gives way to carnal pleasure

Call me the antichrist,
but I think we should kill the false at heart

I hope its worth it all
I hope its worth it

If you proclaim and shout I am oblivious,
then proclaim and shout that you know nothing

Existence has lost its touch
and we are all victims
of our own self-hatred

You judge from your binary throne
high in your digital tower
high enough to escape yourself
but high enough to die from the fall

You call upon some lord of nothing
to answer your denied mistakes
...and the solution you crave is unchanging

You are a cheap burden
You are nothing
You filthy wretched whore
i have no sympathy for you

Eat from the trough
you were born to be fed from
you filthy whore

Call me the antichrist,
but i think we should kill the false at heart

I hope its worth it all to you
I hope its worth it

Call me the antichrist, call me whatever
If you think im oblivious, you are nothing

I hope its worth it all,
i hope its worth it

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