Silent Monsters:
Follow me down to the gates of Babylon
Follow me down the path of red
Follow me down to the home of havoc
Where silent monsters are fed
Paint the stars with red ribbons of passion
Break free the strings of man's ill fate
Drink merrily from the golden cup fashioned
From the skin of the beast of hate
With jagged teeth
And a martyr's grin
A monster with a smile
To eat your sin
Open the wound to rub it in
The blood that flows inside of us
Was never really kin
Tell me now if you think you are saved
Tell me if you care
The winding sickness in your path
Was never really there
Forgive me for my sickness
Loathe me for my will
Hate me for the sick and blind
And for my Timeless Ill.
About the Creator
Keisha Manuel
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