A Repetitive Path of Dissonance

Fill your cave with waste, the old canard of solace
In extravagant mercy, clutch your chest and eat the floor

Binge on the fat of kings, ingest the poison
Plotting an endless dance with no precious organs

The presence of heaven proves you're in hell
And you thought drowning would be peaceful

Slaughter your oppressor and don't forget their flock
Bury them in garbage, burn the church inside your heart

You are not beholden to what another man writ
In the ditch of desperation, a bullet won't scratch the itch