Eschaton - Rave The Reqviem

I eat the ashes of

Every witch I burn

I swallow her deep inside

And spit her out piece by piece

That way you’ll stay with me

I gargle poison

For which there is no cure

And feed the cynicism

I could never unlearn

This new sinner becomes

The death of the previous one

The new undertaker

Buries the slayer of the first

A constant reminder

Of every failure I’ve done

And I love it

I love it!

It’s not a question of lust

It’s not a question of shame

It’s a question of

Surviving the game

It’s a question of

Whether or not

You hold on to the ledge

As we are shifting ground

She’s good enough for

Making sure I’ll never love myself

The human inflation

And it’s filth is pouring from her veins

She’s sold to the lowest bidder

To make sure

No one else will ever love her

A guarantee that I will always

Hate myself

I condemn myself again

To self loathing and mysogyny

I lick the traces

Of seed from my worst enemies

With her on my tongue

I’ll never truly be happy

And I love it

I love it!

It’s not a question of lust

It’s not a question of shame

It’s a question of

Surviving the game

It’s a question of

Whether or not

You hold on to the ledge

As we are shifting ground

It’s not a question of lust

It’s not a question of shame

It’s a question of

Surviving the game

It’s a question of

Whether or not

You hold on to the ledge

As we are shifting ground

I hate myself

For feeling this

I despise myself

For doing this

Crucified upside down

Hanging high from my feet

It goes on and on

Stuck on repeat

It’s not a question of lust

It’s not a question of shame

It’s a question of

Surviving the game

It’s a question of

Whether or not

You hold on to the ledge

As we are shifting ground

It’s not a question of lust

It’s not a question of shame

It’s a question of

Surviving the game

It’s a question of

Whether or not

You hold on to the ledge

As we are shifting ground