The Empyrean

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I can hear the requiem of the symphony
What lies ahead for me, beyond infinity
Embark towards the unknown deep
Prelude to the Seraph's weep
Anything to find my serenity
Underneath it all, dwelling down inside of me
Screams ringing out like echoes of eternity
The Devil's got me in his reach
In darkness, I still feel complete
What lies ahead beyond infinity

These days, I'm always fucked up
To ease my guilt, let me confess that I fucked up
I think about it everyday
Anxiety is rough
I've been popping Xans just to forget
But forgetting never feels like enough
That was the day life drained away from me like Gushers
Recently, I've been feeling down in the dumpster
Since then, the pills have turned my heart colder than Russia
So tell me how you really feel beneath the luster
As scars accumulate, the less I remember those days
It must have been the drugs
That's an open and shut case
The pain is exponential, but habits keep me in place
Time been going by slow
The rush helps things pick up the pace
My mother telling me to change my ways
I say, "I'm fine"
She see right through me like an overlay every time
I've been getting kind of careless with the needle
I don't mind
If I said I didn't love it, then I'd probably be lying

I can hear the requiem of the symphony
What lies ahead for me, beyond infinity
Embark towards the unknown deep
Prelude to the Seraph's weep
Anything to find my serenity
Underneath it all, dwelling down inside of me
Screams ringing out like echoes of eternity
The Devil's got me in his reach
In darkness, I still feel complete
What lies ahead beyond infinity

The seduction of Eve with the apple led us to eternal battle
Heaven or Hell?
Our judgement decreed by angelic gavels
Y'all better skedaddle if you hear the rattle
When they're ornery, the gods are spiteful
We're the victims of a temper fragile
I'm in the saddle, headed to the Tower of Babel
Rabble rabble rabble
My bars leave 'em baffled
Victory was facile
Built my castle
Deep in gravel
Sitting on the throne, cackling like jackals
I dabble with capfuls of white powder capsules
I need one in the morning
Two for the show
Three for extra measure
Sometimes, life can be so cold
As I'm tying up my laces and contemplating my next move
The illusion disappears, so I pop four more
One in the morning
Two for the show
Three for extra measure
Sometimes, life can be so cold
As I'm tying up my laces and contemplating my next move
The illusion disappears, so I pop four more

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