Imprisoned behind steel bars of self-destruction and diseased lust.
Walking, alone through an abandoned warehouse of domestic terror.
When you are left dripping on a mattress of sorrow and tears, do you deceive yourself into believing that you live the good life?
Jagged little needle…giving off fatal sparks of euphoria . Setting the stage for a strange, new set of characters . Each one with the mentality of a dozen hungry lions.
Stitch together the million irregular shards of shattered glass of a life that you have systematically smashed to pieces .
Wasted dreams…secret flashbacks
Giving over to nights of tragic delusions.
Love? Uh…Toxic sweetness
Choking on lavender fumes of a much different kind of fire. Misleading flames…
No more worthless emotions.
No more useless dreams.
No more room for me on your Parasite Paradise.