"Travelers in a Dead World" by W. C.

striving for something
and it holds me up
feel it
kickin in
I'm alone
Lonley
a fool to the words
that I can't find

horror
whore
and I like it
live for the next high

it is ALL in my HEAD
all all all
in my head

the man wore white
pretty little lillies
and the man
He whore white
Wore
Whore
freudian slips
give my mind away

called you to my knees
and the place between
and you worshipped
at their twisted alter

fuck me
violate the priestess
of the hour
and steal her soul
and her power

chants are for children

i'm losing my mind
my mother cried
and who fucking matters?

I laughed until I bled
blood is for
losers
losing

it is ONLY
only only
everything
only everything

you cry for help
and I slit your
(white innocent little)
throat
slit you up inside

slit
I'm split
and you can never
go(home again)
there or here
but
who would want to

travelers in a dead world
madness is the
way
the key
the opening to your
your
livid purple lips

now i'm lost
and now i'm
gone.

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