Trisect

No thoughts of circumstance to hinder

My constricting abolishment

The soul machine upstairs is busted

No more recurring embarrassments or sacraments

A heart that's pumped out all its rivals

Leaves no objectives no zealousness

Forsaken by the ghosts of the wretchedness

Trampled by idols to shine in death

To shine on

Trisecting

Innocence

Breathing the first breath in

Trisecting

Innocence

Breaking the plastic skin

Lodged in the brain of the apostles

Our last memento of tolerance

Forsaken by the ghost of pleasure and pain

Under the heels of unconsciousness

Trisecting

Innocence

Breathing the first breath in

Trisecting

Innocence

Breaking the plastic skin

The reminder comes forever

Misrepresented by the ones left to adore

Be sure to keep it all together

Time means nothing when you just stop looking anymore