Im retching on the dirt, its earthiness coating my throat.
Im wincing on the bitterest pill.
I refuse to swallow.
Im offered the warmth of a velvet glove, an iron fist to some.

Im hounded by white - right might that wants the country pure.
Im incensed by those in awe of quot;living amongst their ownquot;.

Selective perfection will cut their own throats

Im constantly forcing the point, but were all retching on dirt,

and well choke if we dont spit it out

@SONG: Fasting On Deception

So long we shared friendship, I thought (but misguided)

Finally you came then, what I knew you were, all along.

Spineless, you pretend to be what youre not to me, and all around

me.

Two faced and so self - centered.

It works both ways, but you cant feel you obsessions blinding you.

You abuse, and for what do we get in return?

My last chance to repent.
Its your last chance.
Well fast on you deception.

After all, youve proved yourself.
So many things maliciously absurd.

I cannot trust you and I never will.
Still a disillusioned friend.