we seek faith in sanity
as it falls from infamy
the dying among days
salvation from empty skies
fuck all the goddamn dogma
dogs worshipped as gods,,,
falling and whithering sanity
as we embrace its frayed ends,,

falling from the prayers
that comes when the unsound
the faith, the prayers of the unsound
where the goddamned healing
is what would be nonexistant,,,
fuck all the congregations getting in line
with their blood on their hands,,,,
blood on the hands of the world,,,,

from wellness of abominations
where the sickness is truth,,,
as it comes in molested realities,,
where the listening to the words
spoken by the preaching liars,,,
in faith of lies they embraced,,,
from the faceless strangers
while they will stand and stare,,
looking at the lifeless -- dangling,,

One single question asked, wandering,,
dogmatic doctine not to be questioned,,,
seeking wellness within abominations,,,,
as the sickness is within the truth,,,,
where it stands among the faceless,,,,
among the congregations of the faceless,,,,

in embracing the faith within lies
wellness within the silent abomination,,,
from the single life tried to live,,,,
from the single death tried to die,,,
when they stare in the obscure exhibit
from it is known as the subliminal psyche.
of the mind, wellness within abomination,,,
as everyone in the congregation gets in line,,,
where in their fears, gathering in years
whithering away, losing parts of their spine,,,

welcome to the museum, the psyche of hell,,,
that comes from the hours as they fall
falling down into the hours of nothing,,,
as it comes in the lies hiding behind the door,,
as the wellness of abomination remains
killing the hours as the truth in sickness,,,
this sickness, slowly begins to grow,,
the nightmares that open the flies in the jar,,,

the exhibit in the mind -- museum of psyche,,
in the gathering faith of unspoken lies,,,,
becoming of the lies in the fucking dogma,,,,
within the field of liars, opening the flies in the jar,,
as it is in the darker side of the mind becomes
the plagues that tear the world in demise,,,
where upon their knees praying in shit,,
the miracles never come -- as in plagues
the plagues haunting the minds of the faceless,,,,
universal symptoms of disease -- as they pray,,,,

that comes in the torments of mind
hours fade from the faith in lies,,,
before the dying minds becoming,,,
as it is in the hours of the congregational plagues,,
that comes falling of the curtains of the dead man's show,,,
the souls that bleed becomes the mind of the bitter,,,,
becoming the nightmares within the flies in the jar.