90: Offspring
Lamentable
And former good
The evil spell
Wearing red
Like your mood
Poisoning
More than food
Wherever you go
All love dies
The only thoughts
You think are lies
Houses on fire
Lights up the darkness you create
Spectacle
Made only of hate
Guests become Ghosts
All
See nothing
Received
Nothing from the host
All Energy
Doled out
Yet
You
Still loathe
Empty ache inside
Born
As time died
Shell of a soul
Houses on fire
Lashing out in the dark
Spectacle
Merely a show
Made from
The maker
You know
Nothing
But
A Garbage Thoughts Show
Get your tickets NOW
Blind and dirty foul
Fired soul
Go back to hell
Wasting time
And essence
For the false profit
Puppeteer
That calls you
Offspring
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