MOON from AMYGDALA I by Jung Lov

gazing at all of the peasants
I swear to lord lucifer
I cannot handle their presence
release me from prison my penance
to lust for the water of martyrs
and lack all remembrance
martyr the blood
born of the mud
flinging the guts to the dust
leaving the chains out to rust
vampirical visions of lust
occupy my mind
suicidal all the time
flip a dime bag
while my sleeves sag
heavy as a head
wrapped in all black
like a fucking cadillac
grip the shifter
lane-switcher
out the back
slipping sliding for the pack
normative horrors
no longer abhorring
the body electric
my body just soaring
shake as I'm pouring
the liquor is boring
psylocibin
perception distorting
ghost in the shell
I'm ignoring
my conscious now foreign
to me I'm a god and a goblin
to you I'm a loss and a problem
now get out the way of the trigger
I'm solving
nobody know
I'm going for broke
nobody close
when I lock the door
look at me
I'm too fucked up
I guess I'm boutta die
my lil baby by my side
serena when she cry
casting a spell on my life
born a vampire tonight
bodies rise
in the moonlight
antichrist alive
reaching out to creatures of the dark
dreams of blood and bodies in the park
sloppy cult of body pulling
begging bitches blades are dulling
cut em up then cracking skulls and
eating people never taste so good before
sipping blood waves on the shore
each of us born from the ocean
I'm watching the great ones' erosion
umbilical cord in my potion
it's lining my brain now i'm frozen
the presence approaching
I can feel the moon as it's floating
god is watching me
baby girl what you see
glorious horrors never meant to be
more of us born than ever need to breathe

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