Dark Facets Of Self Indulgence (Inherit Disease)

A cold gaze of the unreal False realms of our inanimate children Through veins do not coarse, synapses are fired As we travel through a twisted paradise Of our own making, a realm of indulgence Of lust and power The decay of reality Myriad of pleasures Repeating endlessly To the point of disgusting perversion Drunk with power In this garden of eden Pleasure fuses with pain A god with a bloodlust Surpassing the most deprived Masochist, blinded by a fiendish brutality Thought of the insane and schizophrenic Are deleted redirection into another reality