Sadistik, KoLyric - Disease lyrics

I feel agoraphobic but reluctantly
I stay the course
In this maze of thorns cause there's no
Way that I can circumvent it
It smells like Agent Orange in
This place I'm headed
And I may regret it but I
Gotta do what makes me form
Counterfeited smiles enable me to
Find my breath
Painted in the fog that was labelled
At the time of death
Of a recluse, tangled in a spider web
Why ingest halos when the fables
That they write are dead?
Examine all the lines for an
Indication of the colors
That were there inside another
Anecdote of time
Talons grow inside with these
Inattentive gazes till
It changes from irrational
To schizophrenic rages
When you're in a cage you forget
How big the world can be
And when you're always bleeding you
Forget it's an emergency
It's a slow trip that can
Lose your hold quick
Questioning the purpose that's embedded
In your circuitry
And then the water crystallises
It grows inside your chest until
Your heart’s of sickled ice
The world is an authentic made of artificial
Ties that were meant to cover gravestones
Technicolor rainbows
Letters from an angel are
Freakin with my memories
Messing with my sheets cause I've
Been sleeping with the enemy
Under a secretive identity
I try to get away but
She’s been leaking methamphetamines
Drip drip, lick lick, infect me with diseases
Feed me all your lies until you
Get me to believe it
Is this instance a part of lucid dreaming
Or just illusionary and they got
You to believe it?

Only enemies leave roses when you
Die a lost cause and sing in harmony to give
Your death a swan song
Another day of coffin shoppin for
When your death comes
The bones in my closet will
Need a couple extra
Just another tune to react to the redrum
Let it serve the senses with
A mellowed out possession
Another shallow head rush
The gallows have your heads up
All work and no play gives
This blade the best cut
I'm sleeping with a carnivore that
Breathes on my neck
The skin on her teeth covered
By my pieces of flesh
The beast in my head found a season to rest
It's winter again
The cold has grown in my chest
I'm the angel of death
Or a loser with a dream
Everything is winding like the pusher trilogy
It's the seamy side of life
That portrays the perfect image
Happiness is letter perfect that we
Never get to see
Dangled between hope and a blind love
By a noose knotted as a bow for my nice tux
I fell to pieces when you
Split my heart in two
The wound turned to frostbite
But that's the scar tissue