These Are the Paths That We Create - Harlots

Acidic bursts to lift the pavement above the ground

A rain falls as compounds that we create

We have sewn our demise we have ripped out our eyes the strength in mind will

wash off in a sea of filth

Leaving a few to remain I will banish myself from the kingdom of heaven for

I do not deserve the privilege

I am guilty of the evilest of sins apathy

I have hidden my sorrow from the world in the form of an ego

I do not deserve to eat with the kings of men for I am greater

I do not wish this power

I will banish myself from the kingdom of heaven for I do not deserve the

privilege

I am guilty of the evilest of sins apathy

This is evolution a revolution the pain of living the burden of being alone

This is what it’s like

This is what it’s like to be alive

Consider the ultimate wisdom of renunciation giving up what you do not need for

survival we are a plague