Outlet for Conscience - Loudblast

Being nothing but flesh, bones, innards and blood

A presumed empty brain washed away with time

Outlet for conscience

Already far away from your mind, I inspire you with disgust

Your outlet for conscience is to cry for me

My outlet for pity is to spit on your fate

My brow is deeply lined by suffering I endured

You try to understand how my body feels

No need for your tears or moans

No one was by my side when I sank into the pit

Certain your compassion is shamed

Outlet for conscience

Look at my scornful eyes staring at you

Can’t stand your obliging smiles, Soon you’ll weep for me

Your outlet for conscience is to cry for me

My outlet for pity is to spit on your fate

I wish to leave this place unmourned

My flaccid flesh is decaying but untouched stay my thoughts

Outlet for conscience.

Conscience !