Fracture Fiction

Fracture Fiction, your personal religion, a never-ending search for possible Equilibrium
Bury the truth, hide the emotion, an allergy to pure devotion
Exaggerated world in an altered reality, your mind works in mysterious ways
Hoping that the burdens fade away, your ashes will be swept away with the Wind
Hurt people hurt people
Some people want nothing more
So create your own hyperreality, every person will play a part in your game of Greed
Self reflection is what you intend to avoid, ruining the person you were given The chance to become
Emotionless vision in a world of grey, empty your disdain on those you prey
Free of connection, devotion and love, this miserable soul has chosen to die Alone
Entertained by other’s misery
A front row seat to a broken soul in purgatory
Your youth has passed, you beg for a second chance
Create your own path of guilt and regret
Evil soul, selfish soul, bring disease where you may roam
Lure them in with your rehearsed lines
Leech onto their life, bleeding them dry
Erase their memory of life outside of your sight
Fracture Fiction, your personal religion, a never-ending search for possible equilibrium
Bury the truth, hide the emotion, an allergy to pure devotion
Exaggerated world in an altered reality, your mind works in mysterious ways
Hoping that the burdens fade away, your ashes will be swept away with the Wind
Your ashes will be swept away with the wind