Doctor from Mountains - Mincing Fury And Guttural Clamour Of Queer Decay

Confusion, illusion, obfuscation

With your snake like tongue

Shaping the worlds your way

When will buy bury truth alive?

Denying what’s real is always wrong

Defense fails, I stand here naked

When you thrust my chest with a prong

No trophy, just ashes — so take it

I feel desperate and powerless

As the veil of lies cover me

Trying again is so meaningless

This is how it was meant to be

I don’t think you will break down and weep

Confess or pity your mistakes

No bad dreams of insufficient sleep

No. None of this for you to take