Open Face Surgery – Cryptopsy

I’ve learned to control my thoughts
ever since I recognized the first eavesdropper:
those who listen in on my thoughts,
my logic, my sanity

I cannot let them know I don’t know
the verses, or converse in my head:
lash out at future foes,
banter with friends I’ve not yet met

The psychoaggressive minions of
your lord mock with laugher I can’t hear,
with hidden scowls they admonish me

Nothing’s sacred, Nothing’s safe:
your filthy god is omnipresent,
this undying nonentity that haunts
my every waking dream

They watch me, his mortal flock,
they know me now by sight alone:
my thoughts are too well concealed…
Yet I sense more scrutiny

Fleeting lucidity’s too loud for me,
let me be my silent self:
our existences irreconciled

Make them stop! I’m rotting fast…
The answer, painful though it may be,
is change

Alter my outer shell…


Lyric Open Face Surgery – Cryptopsy