Invitation

Fate sealed, He invites his cancer in It bores a hole and He fills it up with sin Eyes fixed on the breaking of his skin End him, so that this can now begin Born, and set loose with his lust and his violence Aching to see where the misery ends Finding his way through the drug and this silence Chasing the rhyme of his mystery's end ...the brink of death and then run from it, coward Onward to squander another year Certain that nothing will come of it now Forward, a fraud with a conscience so clear The brink of death and his bitterness flowers No will to witness another year For how could anything come from it now? No one, an object without hope or fear Beg to see that face again The lord of all that can't begin Take the hand of human sin To kill a tyrant king again Will he show his face again? Guilt and time in pallid skin Ashamed of all he won't begin Please kill this tyrant king again God loathes himself Man breaks himself