Gilded Heresy

Three eyes blind but keep digging deep.
One is for damnation while the second is left incomplete.
Feeding off that which was never yours to take.
Build up these walls all so you can swear it was a mistake.
Bitter taste that declares your words are untrue.
Speak of the devil but I can see it is you.

Spitting in virus while you promise you’re clean.
Contradicting history in hopes of changing the rules.
Fusing your treachery with betrayal on the daily.
No remorse for those you condemn with a smile.
Destroy a little more by cranking up that dial.
Self preservation is your only style.

Gouging tongues and tearing skin.
You are no angel that deserves saving.
Battered innocence to cast your throne.
Shatter peace all for a rotten home.

Playing a victim while you revel in being predatory.
No words can convince me of a different story.
Faking your disasters just to build a cult.
Every event transpired is all your fucking fault.
Words that will be etched in your obituary.
That’s if we survive your violent debauchery.

Xenophobia brought to into the light.
No regret for how much degradation is talked about.
Serving spectacles as deep as the surface.
All this is a charade but you call that baseless.
Flouting rules meant to apply to us all.
Prepare yourself because there will be a fall.

Purpose born from a need to equal these scales.
Short on honour but far worse on details.
Glancing to corners that shout fear into your chest.
Is that because in there you have a conscience?
Clawing at bars you refuse to acknowledge.
See you at the edge of your betrayed courage.