Testo My Becoming

My mind is folded in finest silks wrought of disease and perversion
Visions of excitement I see require utmost aversion

No law, no man made edict can stand in the way of my becoming
Notwithstanding, on the verge of breaking out of my confides

While my hand is stayed my imagination works it's own renditions
The stage is set all props erect, strip the figure of concession
No law, no man made edict can stand in the way of my becoming
Notwithstanding, on the verge of breaking out of my confides
The waves of madness hit hard on the shores of reason
For a split second I'm almost drowned in sheer volition

For this time, for a while harnessed fire inside
Enmity intensified, exceeding it's own design
Degradation as emotion, demanding devotion
Increasing inflammation
Bending my back to kneel before it
Forcing me into servitude

No law, no man made edict can stand in the way of my becoming
Notwithstanding, on the verge of breaking out of my confides The waves of madness hit hard on the shores of reason
For a split second I'm almost drowned in sheer volition
The darkness falls, leaving a false twilight of hope
With no remorse at the final hour I let go