Living in the corners of a weakened mind A daily routine of erasing the lines Between reality and illusion Sinful remedies Just to feel the addiction And watch a life crumble in slow motion To kill just to feel the crimson And smile away the guilt To fuck just to feel the pleasure Mixed with the pain of a guilty conscience To scream just to break the silence Walking on the road that leads to disorder Thoughts that rape the weakness of society Feeding the self on manic anarchy The daily nightmares of the world Become the dreams Chaotic equilibrium, pursue to achieve Corrupting the sky with black paint This my love, my kiss of rage