Four Reasons // Lost Father (N.G.L.A.J)

Addicted to the air around me
Not finding solace in the departure I see in my dreams
Push the stainless steel necro-philosopher to my embroidered skeleton

Diverse decisions deeply cut into the mind I've used to manifest hate
Honest preachers deceive the brain of a lord of wolves
Deriving hate into his own deprived mind

Sick of it all, only knowing my meaningless thrall
Spiteful and full of grief

Beckoning the electricity to course through my veins
Adrenaline rushed my actions, decisions made through thoughtless visions

Sick to the bone, messiah contorted, engraved in stone
Spew hate, a belittled gate white and bright
Not something we can see alive

I can't describe how many countless times I've wanted to drown these thoughts
Alcohol does nothing and neither does times to heal my wounds
Devilish development, grief stricken dreams

I'm alive and I regret nothing