Bete Noire

A dark descension leading me through lies of nowhere

The trials taking me through unfermented hearts

Upon a burning altar rests a figure lined with no hair

I'm dragged away from home and further from the start

On the hill of the lies I look around and surmise

That everything around me failing is because of my

Ability to encapsulate the birth and the

Beginning of a fascist state where I am all alone and say that oh

I don't wanna deal the payback (payback)

But I am a needled haystack (haystack)

Pushing through the pain and suffering while nurturing internal strife