Subliminal Genocide

She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it I dream of being God but ever living to regret it Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for The Devil on Her knees To grant Her lows a remedy And mine desire's wish To taste

The prison of mirrors... we can't see, Yet trapped we are... by its reflection, It sees all fear and watches our downfall, It will rip all lies and pride from the soul. You are all... all that you hate, Force fed memories, suffer humiliation, Victim