The Changeling Prince

Silence any insight
Nuance ground into dust
Suppressive personalities
Mechanicals to the fore

As the short sighted ne'er do wells proselytize
In various degrees of mumbles and shouts
We laugh! At the keening wail;
We stare! Down the shrieking eye

As they strip off their clothing and run bare bones through the streets
As they waste away in hedonistic glut

Haunting fractured reality, dwellers of delusion
Crooning the primacy of their singular perspective
Humming the hymn of knives, the veneration of disdain

Corrosive idolatry
Humming the hymn of knives, the veneration of disdain
Haunting fractured reality, dwellers of delusion
Crooning the primacy of their singular perspective

Enshrouded glacial deformity, that blighted obscenity
Scratching out the lines, we never thought you’d cross
Begging for the illusion, pining for fabrication, for a pallid shadow

Behind the mask, another mask
Behind the mask, another mask
Behind the mask, another mask