Velvet Acid Christ

a force fed lie, our dead dream
awake upon a staircase
start looking downward into hell
where the last life screamed and we screeched
we're always, always a bloody mess, a bloody mess
lying hole, tired eyes
you're screeching, your scraping
the bone with your life
into a dream, we will fade
hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless
the hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless, the hopeless
their calling of the dead, calling of the dead
you liars, and your face
and your eyes separate the fear
the lies, the fate
set into eyes, the calling of the dead
image in the light, they're calling you dead
they won't believe signs, they don't believe your cries
they all ways open eyes, and the light all over your head
your head
time distortion, crawling on to your knees
crawl onto the floor, get off your feet
a lie in the wake, spiraling down
glass feeling moments all over your arms
over your arms
condemned, force fed
force fed your calling dead
feeling your flesh ripped apart
with heaven and hell
the conflict of everything