Compunction Mirror Reflection
These fallen angel's halos fell away one by one
Sifting through the ashes they stab all the sons
Their crime will go unnoticed by drunkard divinity
Even if you go beyond what has grown within me
Jaded martial law upon the thieves of trans-fixation
Decayed symphony of lyrical fractured neural mutations
Give an instant for me to wipe saline from my third eye
Contusions ruptured bleeding the recollections dry
I'll wrap myself in the sullen pages of my own bible
A false prophet speaking of egalitarian survival
Nerve ailing twitch initiates at every frail confession
Shattered pretense in stained glass window's spectrum
Wanting this lackluster faith to choke off every skeletal sound
Rip apart every artifact held inside mother's burial ground
Fingers tremor along the eye sockets pulling the lashes away
Forgive my wanderlust if I was supposed to beg and stay
Traversing into the dead cornfields searching for a lucid god
In my house he sits on a seat of maggots denouncing the frauds
What brought me here standing beside the invalid prisoner of birds
Torn with the barbwire gagged and bound his blood speaks for his words
Cried for the lost ones, what has become of us, where have we gone now
I lost my place, told to tear off my visage, and mark his words on my brow
Bonded I chose to drown in the river water you spilt as my grave
Can you see my reflection inside your mirror compunction made
Point at the Moot
With the vignette of your blue eyed snare
Melon fragrant locks of your red silk hair
The award you gave is the moment we dared
Find me one dimensional single served
Glossolalia haunting orange message sent
Exhaled that final breath standing at gate 31
I go to consume the cobwebs on mark
Prick the leeches whilst they prey
The banner of the dead goldfinch speaks
Give me time and I'd wrap in your lips
Look for the words your all afraid to speak
Force the secretion of saliva truth
Let loose the mnemonic family hand
Sailed long enough on the ship of guilt
To return home built of a better toy
Give up on matters of convenient angles
Find the purpose among the flatlined date
Always seem to end up with tattered repentance
Synthetic false presumptions take hold
Carved my name with the rainbow knife
The moment I packed and said goodbye
Dance with this nervous twitch shuddering
The glands emit your chemical with excess
All because they sold me to the Syndicate
Hour near is still a thousand miles gone
I've got nothing right, I've done it all wrong
I've lost all transmission with Major Tom
Restricted to the twelfth floor fog
Constrict my hands in the lab coat
I bedded myself in a town unknown
He didn't cry in the two weeks alone
Said he'd find his moment in the change
And break the wings of his guardian angel
If this heretic may enter the temple
Mitigating your circumstantial deadbolts
I will kneel before you as a new god
Presents always seem better underwater
Cardialgia invades the speech withheld
I bear the road before my sweating eyelids
Break my fingers until they become numbed
Hand me a feather to peel the skin off my wrist
I'd kiss your nose but there would be no laughter
Glide the memory over lines of past pretense
From bounding in ocean of jellyfish
To singing The Stranger on the sand
The children say the vow is on the shelf
Point at the moot speaking mute hints
Swipe the dyslexic letter off my brow
I forgive, you forget, I remember, you regret
The words spoken will keep this path set
Award held close,it may be all I have left
These fallen angel's halos fell away one by one
Sifting through the ashes they stab all the sons
Their crime will go unnoticed by drunkard divinity
Even if you go beyond what has grown within me
Jaded martial law upon the thieves of trans-fixation
Decayed symphony of lyrical fractured neural mutations
Give an instant for me to wipe saline from my third eye
Contusions ruptured bleeding the recollections dry
I'll wrap myself in the sullen pages of my own bible
A false prophet speaking of egalitarian survival
Nerve ailing twitch initiates at every frail confession
Shattered pretense in stained glass window's spectrum
Wanting this lackluster faith to choke off every skeletal sound
Rip apart every artifact held inside mother's burial ground
Fingers tremor along the eye sockets pulling the lashes away
Forgive my wanderlust if I was supposed to beg and stay
Traversing into the dead cornfields searching for a lucid god
In my house he sits on a seat of maggots denouncing the frauds
What brought me here standing beside the invalid prisoner of birds
Torn with the barbwire gagged and bound his blood speaks for his words
Cried for the lost ones, what has become of us, where have we gone now
I lost my place, told to tear off my visage, and mark his words on my brow
Bonded I chose to drown in the river water you spilt as my grave
Can you see my reflection inside your mirror compunction made
Point at the Moot
With the vignette of your blue eyed snare
Melon fragrant locks of your red silk hair
The award you gave is the moment we dared
Find me one dimensional single served
Glossolalia haunting orange message sent
Exhaled that final breath standing at gate 31
I go to consume the cobwebs on mark
Prick the leeches whilst they prey
The banner of the dead goldfinch speaks
Give me time and I'd wrap in your lips
Look for the words your all afraid to speak
Force the secretion of saliva truth
Let loose the mnemonic family hand
Sailed long enough on the ship of guilt
To return home built of a better toy
Give up on matters of convenient angles
Find the purpose among the flatlined date
Always seem to end up with tattered repentance
Synthetic false presumptions take hold
Carved my name with the rainbow knife
The moment I packed and said goodbye
Dance with this nervous twitch shuddering
The glands emit your chemical with excess
All because they sold me to the Syndicate
Hour near is still a thousand miles gone
I've got nothing right, I've done it all wrong
I've lost all transmission with Major Tom
Restricted to the twelfth floor fog
Constrict my hands in the lab coat
I bedded myself in a town unknown
He didn't cry in the two weeks alone
Said he'd find his moment in the change
And break the wings of his guardian angel
If this heretic may enter the temple
Mitigating your circumstantial deadbolts
I will kneel before you as a new god
Presents always seem better underwater
Cardialgia invades the speech withheld
I bear the road before my sweating eyelids
Break my fingers until they become numbed
Hand me a feather to peel the skin off my wrist
I'd kiss your nose but there would be no laughter
Glide the memory over lines of past pretense
From bounding in ocean of jellyfish
To singing The Stranger on the sand
The children say the vow is on the shelf
Point at the moot speaking mute hints
Swipe the dyslexic letter off my brow
I forgive, you forget, I remember, you regret
The words spoken will keep this path set
Award held close,it may be all I have left
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I spilled coke on a canvas I was working on once. Not sure what you're painting on, but I left it to dry, and then painted over it again and it looked pretty good. Just go with it!