That which cannot change

Tumult and smoke clouding vision and viewpoints.
A stranger lives inside of me kicking my demons cage.
Peace is a myth in my world of war and hate.

Release?
I’m about to kill.
Vendetta?
They never die!
Death?
Am I alive?

Fiction you preach and atheists you seek.
The numbing sensation of nothing, your luck is about to change.
Your future is bleak, mine beginning the love the rage the death of the weak.

I watched you die..
I’m about to explode.
And you’re going to fade.
I’m going to fly.
And you’re going to cascade.
All over your broken dreams.

Release?
I’m about to kill.
Vendetta?
They never die!
Death?
Am I alive?

Your soul is rotten and your heart split.
Through memories and shadows you drift.
The core is the truth and the truth is..

You’re just another hit for the Jesus Christ JUNKIE!

Release?
I’m about to feel.
Vendetta?
I fuck for more than the thrill.
Death?
A sweet embrace that is only a beginning.

How about you?
O pessimist?
How about you?
O Nihilist?
How about you?
Jesus Christ Junkie?
How are the prices?
Of souls these days...

Because mine’s not for sell,
for none of the above.
I don’t give it away I would only out of love.
And it’s here now so make an offer even greater.
But in truth..
There is none.
But I like hearing you waste your time.
Trying to sway,
what cannot be swayed that which cannot be changed.