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.​.​.​and the Addiction Machine

from For We Are Not Beasts [EP] (Death​/​ElectroGrind) by TIMŌRĀTUS

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lyrics

Can you find my spot
Can you make me smile
Can you rip apart my flesh with your acrid bile

The ever changing part of me
This ever changing pit
Can it truly set me free
Or am I just stuck with it

You scar me with an invisible mark
I’m nothing but a slave to you
I’ve been here before, I’ve seen this arc
Yearning for something more to be true

I was made for more than this
For more than just this shallow bliss
I pray, please God, help me overcome
This putrid, aching, vile, scum

This dark man made machine
With it’s ceaseless gaping hole
Feeding me endless dopamine
Does nothing but poison my very soul

The feeling of pain from crashing down
Looking around gropping the air
Can’t keep together this cracked, warped crown
Trying to mutter a broken Lord’s Prayer

Nothing’s working
Why must you make me feel so small
Nothing’s right
How’d you attack what was so tall

The naked soul
Quivering
The empty mind
Hollowing
The hateful heart
Seething
The broken bulge
Withering

In this world of pleasures and lies
I know the way that I need to go, His truth
It’s heart always gazing
It’s life never much
It’s often misleading
It’s design, a soft touch

I was made for more than this
For more than just this shallow bliss
I pray, please God, help me overcome
This putrid, aching, vile, scum

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