The Things We Do

Fall asleep to misplace dreams.
Recalling things from pasts re-seen.
Underneath the rotting tree.
There a corpse that's fit for three.
Entitied indeed were calling me to a place of mutiny.
Hoping for the sound I care.
Falling up out of the air.

Bleeding around their poison grounds.
There was nothing left but air to be found.
In-visible light we were shown antidotes to cure misplacement.
What we need it never sleeps.
It's always there and never leaves,
but when you've condemned yourself to hell you'll lie and lie and lie to yourself.
Forget your sin remember when the blood was pure and you were the only thing you had to endure.

Bubble wrap snaps like bones tingle and crack.
Lime-Light shines green while blood runes run out.
Stop.
Don't look.
See.

And when the docket has grown full.
And every last soul has ate it's fill of sin.
Maybe they can try it again.
Get the chanceto relive it again.

The shit it spews from mouths to consume.
The holy man standing right in front of them in their shoes.
Maybe it's not that they are all to blind to see.
Maybe it's just hard to see a light...(maybe they're petrified in fright)
When we are all consumed by blackness.

The blood it poures out from your pores.
Whay are you bleeding on the floor lay backwards and fall up.
It is the only way to ascend. Far gone to a trend tht thrivs on hate.
Malicious malcontent an antidote to love.
While they are left to follow and wallow cause ther is nothing left better to do
Than the self-righteous un-holiness of hating me and you...

Oh how I wish we could just get lost to the blue.

Did any of this ever really make sense to you?
How and Why.
The reasons we do the things we do?