Opening Cinematic - Original God

And he scooped his fathers ashes into his mothers old urn

It was something unforgettable the skin creates a stench

He could feel his eyes be plucked with the worlds rusting rotting wrench

How bittersweet life gets harder

Teach your sons and love your daughters

Humans too capable slaughter

Death grows close I grow farther

How could you forgive who wronged you

Is there somewhere I belong to

Are we gods forgotten whore

I had a dream that we were more

Hurt me Break me What Did I do?

Ive got a story to tell you

Hopeless Broken Beg me to change

This is the part the story gets strange

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AND INSIDE ME

SOMETHING RIPS ITSELF OUT OF MY BEATING HEART GRASPING FOR ANY FORM OF LOVE TO

ALLOW ITSELF TO THINK IT BELONGS HERE ON THIS EARTH

IS THIS THE REAL ME

And I’d probably be happy with a lobotomy, satans my dichotomy why is he still

on top of me

And the cries for help fade out into some bothering, endless nights still

hallowing, false idols theyre following

As im gasping for air and stuff my organs back inside

Grab onto anything thatll just still keep me alive

And if I transfigure endlessly I know I won’t survive

This is not a love story this is the story of the eye