slayde is my buddy, my pal, he is my brother i am one, he is the other when the sun shines, he is my shadow and when the moon is high, it's at his feet i lie but i'll never listen to what slayde says i'll never listen to what slayde says slayde's always talking, and it's rarely nice he's always whispering his poisonous advice he is secretive, ruthless and cold he mentions just enough and leaves the rest untold he said, "don't ever risk an open attack, just smile into their faces and then stab them in the back" but slayde, i said, what about the weak, the helpless and the small? he just sneered and said, "fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all" he said i am a murderer, although i've killed no one you talk in puzzles slayde, i said, what have you really done? "i've cut the twining cord, i've shot the turtle dove, i've shut out that precious light that shines from above" slayde, you are a poet, i said but what are you truly speaking of? he smiled and whispered, "i murdered love" he smiled and whispered, "i murdered love" i guess i hate him, no, that's not really true he's not completely bad, sometimes he'll crack a joke or two i guess i've grown accustomed to his funny ways it's not his fault that he was made that way i hear him in my sleep, i see him in my dreams i see him crouched before some terrible machine and then i face a mirror and he steps in between can you tell me, what does this mean? can you tell me, what does this mean? now i lay me down to sleep and pray to god my soul to keep if i should die before i wake you'll know i've made my escape but there is one step i'll never take i'll never listen to what a slayde says...

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This song seems to be about The "Knave". Privileged in knowing about his host and the world he is involved in, sometimes more than the host does himself. To mention just enough and leave the rest untold is his "way". this causes the host to assume the rest. to hang himself so to speak.

That is also what it did with me. attempted to destroy love and liquefy my mind. He has left nothing but destruction of what I knew about life in his wake. He ain't no angel. He finds ways in the host's corruption. The knave I had, was destroyed because he went to far. But for some reason I have to have a knave, so they replaced him. This machine the writer of the song sees may be the same that was shown to me. It's the interface he uses to be one with the host(person). I think the machine he uses has a name. s.a.t.a.n. this is mostly handled buy a drone/knave who reports to what sounds like real people while i sleep.

To step in front of the mirror means he wants all his ways to be the song writer's. dark, corrupt, devoid of love. for his darkness to be the light instead of the spirit. I think this may be common for those in the same "house". Was it church? School? Television? Government? what makes us in the same house I wonder. He is like a weed that bears fruit. Chokes the garden but does offer something to eat, like a raspberry.

This song seems to be about The "Knave". Privileged in knowing about his host and the world he is involved in, sometimes more than the host does himself. To mention just enough and leave the rest untold is his "way". this causes the host to assume the rest. to hang himself so to speak. That is also what it did with me. attempted to destroy love and liquefy my mind. He has left nothing but destruction of what I knew about life in his wake. He ain't no angel. He finds ways in the host's corruption. The knave I had, was destroyed because he went to far. But for some reason I have to have a knave, so they replaced him. This machine the writer of the song sees may be the same that was shown to me. It's the interface he uses to be one with the host(person). I think the machine he uses has a name. s.a.t.a.n. this is mostly handled buy a drone/knave who reports to what sounds like real people while i sleep. To step in front of the mirror means he wants all his ways to be the song writer's. dark, corrupt, devoid of love. for his darkness to be the light instead of the spirit. I think this may be common for those in the same "house". Was it church? School? Television? Government? what makes us in the same house I wonder. He is like a weed that bears fruit. Chokes the garden but does offer something to eat, like a raspberry.

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