Vylet Pony - Sludge

Am I the master of my fate?
Or will this carrion of hate
Embalm my ever writhing psyche
In a box of blood red tape?

Poster child, torn snake oil goddess
Cardinal ashes, much too modest
Priestesses of a lesser knowledge
Strung high by tempered sins

Relinquish every innocent
Understanding, reprimanding
On the docket, equal measure
Testify these simple pleasures

Such is life, scape of strife
Uproot the sinister sacred rites
Disciple of a dying creed
Hungering this sickness to be freed

To be freed
To be freed
To be freed

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Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red
Rivers run red

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Choke the stench of my flesh
Rot before you, my final breath
Honour death, abduct my virtue
Stuff each spout, snuff my light

Flay, and devour
Lash for every wasted hour
Point and laugh, make merry mass
As I become the ground that you walk on

The sludge in my veins
Will swallow up the rains
Gripping tight to the reins
Which I've wielded subjugation plain

Seep into the soils
As the skin that grows must boil
Nourished a toxin sky devised by
None other than the man next door

This tortured marrow rotting out
Serves to garnish every doubt
Once vanity, now ostracized
No mere demise could live without

Defiling mire of endless yield
Where absence wrought a baneful shield
The vain which promised the means to an end
Now warden of your acumen

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Paper mâché wings
Fashioned cardboard and string

They pluck my feathers
Make it sting

Strip my body, gouge my chest
They rape me 'till there's nothing left

Love and tolerate this mess
Defile and crush my every breath

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Sinner
Be damned

—

Oh, in the distance I could see a pale light
Oh, was it love I felt, as I gave my body to the night?
A strange voice, a quiet voice called my name

"Darling Wolf,
Won't you put purpose to this pain?
You shall be mine
Until the end of days"

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And when it shows its head, just indulge it, acquiesce
Before you know it, somebody else will smash its head in

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And the last thing they heard was:

Wolf Howls
Wolf Howls
Wolf Howls