Morning sun of the dead face

your fingers give you away

The eyes are alive with death

your fathers sonata of abandonment

has taken your meal ticket

Your filling voids with life rafts

the day is empty and is filled with hot air

the night rises like a volcano

silent but triggered by feathers of temptation

linked by the inferno of earth and your soul is dying

you fool yourself into submission

a dagger in a darken backroom

you will find it by pure mathematics

it will stab and you will fall

Your ancestors are dead

you will carry none of their purpose

you fuck. you slimy fuck

betrayed the ones who care

pushed away your silver plate in this sea of shit.