I will present you with this fornication
Something in space time is logically ill
What can be seen in the rear view mirror
Expectancy was a Mephisto's gasp
Your past was never quite there
There was nothing that loose in the constituents of your substance
It does indeed exist in parts of your
neural commitments to the mind body, Or does evil exist?
There was always something paranoid in the ways she behaved in your guilt
Conclusions are never to be trusted
You are not dead
You never existed
You are not dead
Her devotees were never that pure
Pure existence was never arbitrary
Not in my convictions of the truth
She gave the demon seeds life
The necessity of the game given
Displayed a virtue unseen in you
There is gang grene in the tubes
Of the vermicular ethics of how
Your world view presents itself
Contradictions in terms of how
Your life evolves in the chain of being
I claim you were never a part of reality
This is where your life lie grows pale
never known to your mirror self
She was a creature alive in you
But I put my hand through the
Object of her desire inside your iris
And she ran down my fingers
like the sand in the desert of your mind
Hell was never an option for you
Luciferian tolerance yields the given
Your dissolving truth tables
You are not dead
You never existed
The sum of all you ever knew
equals zero
You are not dead
You never existed
Something in space time is logically ill
Expectancy was a Mephisto's gasp
Your past was never quite there
There was nothing that loose in the constituents of your substance
It does indeed exist in parts of your
neural commitments to the mind body, Or does evil exist?
There was always something paranoid in the ways she behaved in your guilt
Conclusions are never to be trusted
You never existed
Pure existence was never arbitrary
Not in my convictions of the truth
She gave the demon seeds life
The necessity of the game given
Displayed a virtue unseen in you
There is gang grene in the tubes
Of the vermicular ethics of how
Your world view presents itself
Your life evolves in the chain of being
I claim you were never a part of reality
never known to your mirror self
She was a creature alive in you
But I put my hand through the
Object of her desire inside your iris
And she ran down my fingers
like the sand in the desert of your mind
Luciferian tolerance yields the given
Your dissolving truth tables
You never existed
equals zero
You never existed
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This song is about a lie of existence, a soul that is under the misconception of life. This may be a symbol for what christianity is, but I dunno. Knowing Maniac, it might very well be.
haah... yeah and i like this s0ng. . . reminds me to be a GOOD pers0n by WILL, and n0t a g0od pers0n by fear of punishment and h0pe of reward aftr death which i think m0st religi0ns have been prom0ting to us... and that... m0st probably... is the misconception of living a GOOD life... dunn0 if im right... maybe n0, c0rrect me if so... or maybe i just g0t some p0ints... bear with me, im n0t good in analyzing s0ngs..