Chapter Black
Eli Martinez
And everything will die slowly in it's sleep
Crooked spines run amongst the surrogates
Surrendered vital signs, severed off
You're suffocated
Stitched together falsehoods, to bear another life
An omnipresent birth, the body is a shrine
Cut off the head
The snake will die
Dig the knife
Into the crooked spine
No honor among thieves
I'll get to you before you get to me
It's time to show your teeth
An effigy of ache
Condemned in agony
Model of the meek
Everything will die
Slowly in its sleep
My eyes will never open
My eyes will never open
Everything will die
Everything will die slowly in it's sleep
Everything will die
And my eyes will never open
Everything will die