There's that sadistic soundtrack

From your strange feedback loop:

It's your aria of errors,

Artfully woven by woes

Into a tapestry of terrors.


You can plug your ears all you want,

Scream 'La la la' like you're 5 years old,

The voices with few choices

Must now uncrown clarity;

It's the shadow self extorting parity.

◄ The Ego's Cuirass

Gods & Playthings ►


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