Strangulation Machine
Ephemeral Rebellion: Unveiling the Strangulation Machine's Enigmatic Tale
Lyrics
I walk wherein the Gods die
I navigate a realm where divine beings meet their demise
A specimen spawned from disdain
I am a product born out of intense dislike or scorn
Scrawling the verse of the profane
Writing verses that defy and violate sacred norms
I scream ever helpless on towards the sky
Expressing my anguish relentlessly towards the heavens
Denial is survival on this shattered glass
Survival depends on rejecting reality, akin to walking on shattered glass
Cut me down and bury the past
Cut me down and bury the painful memories of the past
Remain in the shadow of the chosen one
Existing in the shadow of a chosen figure or destiny
Scorching the infidels
Scorching those considered unfaithful or heretical
I conjure a simulation of death
I create an illusion or imitation of death
Repugnance to the fallen ones
Disgust towards those who have fallen from grace
The veins twist adrift
Veins metaphorically contort and drift aimlessly
Calculated and insidious
Actions are carefully planned and deceitful
Your vestige of supremacy
Your lingering presence of authority or dominance
Whispering the warning signs
Quietly conveying signs of impending danger
Tethered to the strangulation machine
Bound to a machine symbolizing suffocation or control
Grotesque reveries of my subconscious
Disturbing dreams from my subconscious mind
Seeping downward to the abyss
Flowing downwards into a bottomless pit
Behold the control of the circuitry
Witness the manipulation of electronic circuits, possibly representing external control
Detest these rancorous binds
Strongly dislike the bitter constraints and ties
Insipid self-wrought blasphemy
Engaging in a tasteless act of self-inflicted sacrilege
Triumphant chops of this savagery
Triumphant acts of brutality or cruelty
Hypnotic spells cloak our ears
Mesmerizing enchantments conceal our ability to hear
Locking these chains
Securing these chains tightly
I conjure a simulation of death
I create an illusion or imitation of death
Repugnance to the fallen ones
Disgust towards those who have fallen from grace
The veins twist adrift
Veins metaphorically contort and drift aimlessly
Calculated and insidious
Actions are carefully planned and deceitful
Your vestige of supremacy
Your lingering presence of authority or dominance
Whispering the warning signs
Quietly conveying signs of impending danger
Tethered to the strangulation machine
Bound to a machine symbolizing suffocation or control
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