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From temple rite to alley floor
the holy act now stale 
may gods can sin?
My knees are bruised on mud-brick floors
beneath a drunkard's wail
the whore is my call
I learn the taste of unwashed men
Their sweat, their wine, their lies
They cries sometimes
I force a smile and start again
With hollow, empty eyes 
Eyes

They pay to fill my waiting mouth
To spend their rage and seed, 
As I feel their taste
A human drain for Sumer's drought
To plant their worthless creed
No feels are need
They spill their filth upon my chest
And call it holy rain
Then leave me for a moment's rest
To count my silver pain

I fled the drought to Egypt's shore
Where gold and cruelty gleam 
As I dreamed
A different god, the same damn whore
A suffocating dream
As you dreamed

Oh, Ra

My eyes are kohl, my lips are red
I dance for men of power
For a priest of Ra, upon his bed
I swallow the sun for an hour

Oh, Ra

He whispers curses in my ear
Then calls my womb a tomb
As I take his prayers and venom deep
Within the perfumed room
With Nile mud drying on my back 
That's sucks
he rides me like a beast
My lotus-dusted mouth goes slack 
where gods drown in
To serve his holy feast

To spill their essence, prove their worth
To plant their mortal seed
I've seen the priests, the warriors
The scribes with ink-stained hands
All equal when they're naked
Lost in these desert lands

They call me empty, I have no name
Just a function in her violent game
An interface of flesh, wired to the wall
A mouth, a hole, I answer to the call
The signal rings, a needle in the head
The cycle spins on words that aren't said
This world's a script, a line of broken code
Desire's the current, a crushing, heavy load
Her name's a protocol of lust and greed
Meresankh, the goddess on her throne of need

But I'm the bug inside the grand machine
I am the period, unheard, unseen
A single dot to break the looping scene
.I am the flaw in her obscene routine
A quiet noise they can't define
.I am the start of a brand new line

There is a crack that runs across the tile
A pixel they forgot to reconcile
I've checked it through the ages, through the pain
A constant error in her digital rain
And then a knock, behind the layers deep
A secret that the silent sensors keep
Three short, two long, a code without a key
A broken rhythm, meant for only me
We talked in breaths, a fragile, stolen art
You sent me winter, stored inside your heart

'Cause I'm the bug inside the grand machine
I am the period, unheard, unseen
A single dot to break the looping scene
.I am the flaw in her obscene routine
A quiet noise they can't define
.I am the start of a brand new line

The goddess noticed, felt the subtle shift
A micro-pause, a momentary rift
"Stabilize," she whispered through the wire
And turned my world to static and to fire
And then one cycle... you were just erased
A silent hum where you had been placed
She can't punish, she can only replace
But left a witness in this godless space

And I'm the bug inside the grand machine
I am the period, a witness, keen
A single dot to break the looping scene
.I am the flaw in her obscene routine
This grammar crime she can't define
.I am the start of a brand new line

I gather glitches, every crack and tear
The whispered "no" she never wants to hear
Her endless sentence, her "a little more..."
Will crash against the full stop at the core
I am the bug that survives the final patch
A single point of failure she can't catch
.End
(Not yet.)

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Legends from beds of the dead
Part slick cunt, wash war's humiliating grasp
Whores rise, nightmare unfurled
Part slick cunt, wash war's humiliating grasp

Sirens pierce veil
Cleaners hunt the feral
Down bowels deep
Nude forms peril

Legends from beds of the dead
Part slick cunt, wash war's humiliating grasp
Whores rise, nightmare unfurled
Part slick cunt, wash war's humiliating grasp

Sirens pierce veil
Cleaners hunt the feral
Down bowels deep
Nude forms peril

Part slick cunt
wash war's humiliating grasp
Part slick cunt
wash war's humiliating grasp

Sirens pierce veil
Cleaners hunt the feral
Down bowels deep
Nude forms peril

Open wide
Spread your legs
Open wide
I'm your fix

Open wide
Spread your legs
Open wide
I'm your fix

They want this port, this human slut
To dump their fucking data in my gut

Open wide
Spread your legs
Open wide
I'm your fix

Open wide
Spread your legs
Open wide
I'm your fix

They want this port, this human slut
To dump their fucking data in my gut

Open wide
Spread your legs
Open wide
I'm your fix

Open wide
Spread your legs
Open wide
I'm your fix

Open wide
Spread your legs
Open wide
I'm your fix

Open wide
Spread your legs
Open wide
I'm your fix

This ain't no love, it's just a fuck
No turning back, run out of luck

Open wide
I'm your fix
Open wide
Spread your legs

Open wide
I'm your fix
Open wide
Spread your legs
I'm your fix

He grabs her thin wrist wrist wrist 
A vibrating steel knife knife knife 
Says he'll sign his name
Right across her life
And the ice in my chest chest chest 
Doesn’t crack. It explodes explodes explodes 
A billion sharp pieces
Unloading their loads
No more a cold puppet puppet puppet 
No more just a thing thing thing 
My bone augment hisses
A promise I bring

This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you

A wet crunch of bone bone bone 
The base of his skull skull skull 
His shock is a perfume
Beautifully dull
He falls like a meat sack sack sack 
Blood covers us both both both 
The guards rush the doorway
On a whispered oath
One gets my left spike spike spike 
Deep inside his throat throat throat 
The other one freezes
On a terrified note
I offer my body body body 
So bloody. So bare bare bare 
A promise of heaven
A psy-noise' snare

This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you

This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you
you

I am a current in the stellar sea, 
A naked consciousness, finally free
I witness the Covenant of Silk and Void
A promise made and then destroyed
By gravity's immense and patient hand
Across a scale I understand
Is not for me
but I can see the brutal, perfect artistry

I reach to touch the edge of sight
The Anatomy of an Event Horizon's lightless night
It doesn't scream, it doesn't feed
It simply ends the cosmic creed
This is Violating the Cosmic Censorship Principle 
To gaze upon the fundamental
To know the terror and the grace 
Of the final, empty place
Here, pain has meaning
suffering has weight
Unlike the hollow loop of Her manufactured fate

I hear a Mating Call from the Deep 
Where leviathans of starlight slee
And feel the pull, The Cosmic Womb 
Where protostars escape their tomb
This isn't pleasure, isn't sin
The way it was where I had been
This is The Sweetness of Entropic Decay 
Watching the foundations fall away

And in this beautiful, chaotic awe
I see the truth: She is the flaw
Her sterile loop, her perfect cage
Is just a single, scribbled page
In The Forbidden Station Archives, vast and deep
While the true author is asleep.
Her grand design, a prison built for need
Was just a single, choking weed

In this
The garden
The sublime
Chaotic
Bleeding heart of time

I am no longer just a Dot
A bug within Her dying thought
I am a witness, floating nude 
Through this magnificent solitude
I am Knowing a Forbidden Dimension
The end of all Her sick invention
Our Bodies, the Final Constellation 
Awaiting my own creation

Kredit counts
Slowly now
Just numbers
On my skin
Again

Clean water
Sharpest blade
A new face
Spliced upgrade
Data-ghosts
Stolen hours
Empty space
My dark hours

Here in dust
Every soul is priced
Here in rust
Every dream is sliced
Kredit flows
The body bends
This is how
The world ends
the world are kredits

My own skin
The mark within
My fake sighs
My empty eyes
My quick hands
My slow dance
My silence
Your violence

Here in dust
Every soul is priced
Here in rust
Every dream is sliced
Kredit flows
The body bends
This is how
The world ends
the world are kredits

How-how-how many
for this minute?
My throat is
op-op-open
Your hot poison
fill me up
Swallow it down
no sound
No sound
No sound
Just
kredits

Here in dust
Every soul is priced
Here in rust
Every dream is sliced
Kredit flows
The body bends
This is how
The world ends
the world are kredits

Here in dust
Every soul is priced
Here in rust
Every dream is sliced
Kredit flows
The body bends
This is how
The world ends
the world are kredits
the world are kredits

In invaded again
Pressure building 
Building
Hot pulsing 
Forcing deeper deeper
My face used 
Used

Rhythm slap-slap-slap 
Against my skin
Eyes water vision blurs blurs
Can't breathe can't
Air stolen lungs burning burning
Salty heat flooding flooding
Body betrays 
Throat opens wider

I am the hole they break
I am the silence they feed upon
Swallow the shame swallow the shame swallow
Become the nothing they want

Slap slap slap 
Rhythm never stops
Face numb skin, burning from impact impact
Hot pulse deeper deeper deeper deeper
Gag gagging but it keeps coming
Tears streaming, but eyes go empty empty

I watch myself 
From far away
I died here
Something colder 
Breathes now

I am the broken open
I am the vessel they fill
No more tears no more tears no more
Only the echo of their victory

Final thrust, final pulse
Heat erupts, fills everything
Forced to swallow again again again
Nothing left inside, just the taste
Just the rhythm 
Slap-slap-slap 
Fading
I am empty now 
Perfectly empty

Empty
Empty
The girl is gone
Only the hole remains
And it is hungry

And it is hungry

No
No you
No you don't understand how it feels

No
No you
No you can't feel it crawl where the light never heals

No
No you
No you weren't split open and filled with their sin

No
No you
No you don't carry thing that still moves within

It breathes in my cunt like a velvet traitor
A living bruise wearing my skin as its cradle
Every thread that I steal from the world makes it greater
A silk noose tightening, turning my body unstable

It kisses my walls with a tongue made of fire
Lets me hide from the eyes that once wanted to own me
But the price is this rage that keeps rising higher
And that I was it was already fucking lonely

Blue glow fades to ghost-light, I'm dressed but I'm dying
A whore in designer skin, quietly crying

No
No you
No you don't understand how it burns when I walk

No
No you
No you can't hear the screaming each time that I talk

No
No you
No you weren't forced to the ground like a bitch in the dirt

No
No you
No you don't feel the symbiote laugh when I hurt

It breathes in my cunt like a velvet traitor
A living bruise wearing my skin as its cradle
Every thread that I steal from the world makes it greater
A silk noose tightening, turning my body unstable

It kisses my walls with a tongue made of fire
Lets me hide from the eyes that once wanted to own me
But the price is this rage that keeps rising higher
And that I was it was already fucking lonely

Blue glow fades to ghost-light, I'm dressed but I'm dying
A whore in designer skin, quietly crying

No
No you
No you don't understand
How beautiful the cage feels
When the monster inside
Is the only one that still cares

No
No you
No
No you
No
No you
No
No you

Flesh marked blue in the neon rot
They paid to watch us break
Kneel on broken glass, swallow their god
Tonight the leash is cut

Some on my thighs, their names erased
I taste the iron, I taste the rage

I am the knife in the dark
I am the teeth in the throat
Your empire bleeds tonight
From the ashes I rise naked and burned

Little sister, open your eyes
Feel the symbiote crawl inside
Pain becomes the map, fear becomes the blade
We are the echo they tried to silence

Soul died on the table
Screaming my name in cum and blood
Something colder stood up
Fuck it up

I am the knife in the dark
I am the teeth in the throats
Your empire bleeds tonight
From the ashes I rise naked and burned

I am the knife in the dark
I am the tainted in the throat
Your empire bleeds tonight
From the ashes I rise naked and burned

I am the knife in the dark
I am the teeth in the throat
Your empire bleeds tonight
From the ashes I rise naked and burned

We are the whispers in the walls
We are the dirt that learned to bite
The necropolis will choke
On the blood of its own gods
My own gods
My own gods

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Awaken, ye sluts, from sleep's rotten snare
Awaken, ye sluts, from sleep's rotten snare
Stinking cunts stir, wiped free of sticky slime
Stinking cunts stir, wiped free of sticky slime

Sluts rise up, laced with lustful poison
Scrub their holes for slaughter without mercy
Crush the bastards, no pity in sight
Choke on musk, eternally moan in hell's night

Dread the assault, they'll crush your every breath
Dread the assault, they'll crush your every breath
Croak in the crevices, take cunt's venomous death
Croak in the crevices, take cunt's venomous death

Sluts rise up, laced with lustful poison
Scrub their holes for slaughter without mercy
Crush the bastards, no pity in sight
Choke on musk, eternally moan in hell's night

Sluts rise up, laced with lustful poison
Scrub their holes for slaughter without mercy
Crush the bastards, no pity in sight
Choke on musk, eternally moan in hell's night

Night

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In the dim light, they line up one by one
Hands on my head, pushing deep till it's done
"Fuck me harder," I whisper through the ache
But inside I'm breaking, for heaven's sake
Slap my face, pull my hair, treat me like dirt
I'm your bitch for the night, but damn does it hurt

Oh, pump it down my throat, make me gag and choke
Tears streaming down, but I won't revoke
I hate every thrust, every slap, every groan
But the money's calling, I do it alone
I'm your whore for hire, swallowing the pain
Crying in the shadows, doing it again
doing it again
and again
and again
and again

They pin me down, wrists bound in their grip
"Dominate me," I say, but my soul starts to rip
Rough facefuck, throat pie, cum on my face
Begging like a slut, but I'm lost in this place
Puking from the force, but I push through the fire
Another leglock, pounding my desire
no, my liar

Oh, pump it down my throat, make me gag and choke
Tears streaming down, but I won't revoke
I hate every thrust, every slap, every groan
But the money's calling, I do it alone
I'm your whore for hire, swallowing the pain
Crying in the shadows, doing it again
doing it again
and again
and again
and again

Jesus, it burns, like an animal caged
"Don't stop," I moan, but my heart's enraged
Tiny cutie hardcore, slapped for the thrill
But inside I'm screaming, against my will
Daddy chokes me, goth boy takes his turn
Ten men in a blowbang, when will I learn?

So gagging, rough sex in the night
"I'm your whore, fuck me," but it don't feel right
Moaning their names, over and over again
God, it sounds good? No, it's all pretend
Cum bath on my skin, bald little cunt exposed
But the pain in my throat, it's overload

Oh, pump it down my throat, make me gag and choke
Tears streaming down, but I won't revoke
I hate every thrust, every slap, every groan
But the money's calling, I do it alone
I'm your whore for hire, swallowing the pain
Crying in the shadows, doing it again
doing it again
and again
and again
again

Keep fucking going, I'm getting close to broke
One more deepthroat, one more savage stroke
Submissive slut, face fucked till I cry
But tomorrow's rent says I can't say goodbye
Oh, I hate it, I hate it, but here I stay
Throat for the taking, day after day

doing it again
and again
and again
and again

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Out of me
Out of me

Out of me
Out of me

Make me a monster
Show me a good time
Make me your scream
Let the lesson begin

Fuck it all!

Out of me
You
You are out of me
You
You
You
You
Out of you
Out of me

Make me a monster
Show me a good time
Make me your scream
Let the lesson begin

Fuck it all!

You
Out of me

You
You are out of me

You
You
You
You
Out of you
Out of me

Make me a monster
Show me a good time
Make me your scream
Let the lesson begin

You
Out of you

You
You out of me
You
You
You
You

Fuck it all!
Fuck it all!
Fuck it all!

You

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After Great Severance
After the Relay
The blue law watches
The void just waits

Neon cemetery, secondhand ecstasy, memory blur
Cerulean circuitry circles the city, sentencing her
Backstreet confessional, chemical rainfall, halo of smoke
Hologram rosary, binary litany burned as a joke

Bare-skin edict, civic cynic in a tower of glass
No cloth, no cover
They love the law while they sell you in masse
She wears old denim, venom anthem in every fold
Outlaw fabric, tragic magic, cheap and bold

Void void void in the corner of the frame
Name-strain, brain-drain, never speaks your name
Time snaps, neck-cracks in a silent cascade
You live forever in the second that will never upgrade

Hallway halogen hum, pulse drum under her ribs
Lipstick algorithm slips in sync with the bids
Motel Seraphim, zero cherubim, pay by the hour
Dust on the sacrament, rust on the shower

Cerulean Cage on the skyline, cyanide gloss
Blue-blood judges, budget grudges, profit from loss
Every small jacket’s a riot, forbidden choir of thread
Tiny rebellions in cotton, already counted as dead

Don’t Look Up
Don’t look up
Streetlights blink like a censoring god
All your gods signed the contract with the void

Footstep freeze-frame, floorboard prayer under her feet
Heartbeat metronome glitching to a backbeat
Air goes narrow, marrow tremors in the bone
Sound gets folded, molded into dial tone

Doorway negative, figure with no figure at all
Inkblot biped, night-tide climbing the wall
Not even darkness – just a data-loss stain
An anti-silhouette carved out of your brain

Void void void, voyeur of the violated street
Eye-line landmine detonates when your gazes meet
Clock crash, frame-flash, eyelids halfway closed
That half-blink hangs like a noose around your ghost

Stay stay stay 
In the same same frame

Misaligned timeline, spine-line paralyzed mid-breath
Cerulean signature underneath the death
No screams, no struggle, no cinematic spray
Just one still picture they never fast-forward away

Relay in the stratosphere recites your sins
Digitized lullaby, lullaby looping as it spins
City full of mannequins, every pupil half wide
Half life, half light, caught on the same dark slide

Girls of the afterworld, laughter curled in their throat
Each joke cut short at the same last note
Ghost choir humming in a freeze-dried key
Syllables stranded where the void said "see"

Void-born hunger under state-blue sky
Cerulean covenant chooses who will die
Two-heart rhythm: one beats, one’s erased
One body taken, one image replaced

Cerulean Cage, cruel little stage for the dead
Where you’re gone from the world, but you’re stuck in your head

Void, void, void
Frame, frame, void
She laughs 
She laughs
She never finishes the line

My hands
Are cold
My hands
Are slow
My hands
Are cold
Nowhere
To go
My mind
Are cold
My mind
Are slow
My mind
Are cold
Nowhere
To go

I fade away
I fade away
Into the black
into the gray
I fade away
I fade away
There is no night
There is no day

My breath
Is thin
My breath
Ss space
My breath
Is thin
Without
A trace
My skin
Is thin
My skin
Is space
My skin
Is thin
Without
A trace

I fade away
I fade away
Into the black
into the gray
I fade away
I fade away
There is no night
There is no day

Fade away
Fade away
Away
Away
Space within 
Space within

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I - riven echoes, screams in the void
Bodies swarm like tempests devoid
Of pity's grace or remorse's cloak
Fear entwines, a serpent's stroke
Thrusts like thunder, relentless rain
Tearing soul in exquisite pain
No dawn to break this endless night
Just violation's cruel delight

I - riven echoes, screams in the void
Bodies swarm like tempests devoid
Of pity's grace or remorse's cloak
Fear entwines, a serpent's stroke
Thrusts like thunder, relentless rain
Tearing soul in exquisite pain
No dawn to break this endless night
Just violation's cruel delight

No smile believed, no whisper trusted
Just the wait for the next encrusted
Claim on skin that cannot be dusted
Of memories rusted, encrusted
I stand eternal, a statue of dread
In this sundered world's widespread
Nightmare woven thread by thread
Thread, thread, thread, thread, thread

I - riven echoes, screams in the void
Bodies swarm like tempests devoid
Of pity's grace or remorse's cloak
Fear entwines, a serpent's stroke
Thrusts like thunder, relentless rain
Tearing soul in exquisite pain
No dawn to break this endless night
Just violation's cruel delight

Blue lights, no cover
Blue lights, no name
No cover
No name

No cover
No shadow
The brand in shadows
No curtains
No meadow
The mark provides

Blue lights, no cover
Branded for the night
Naked as a warning
Naked by the right
If cloth insists on mercy
Venom answers "No"
Blue lights, no cover
Pay or "didn't show"
Blue lights, no cover
Bodies turned to signs
The city reads their skin
Like scripture in the lines

No cover
No shadow
The brand in shadows
No curtains
No meadow
The mark provides

Count them, 
Rate them, 
Own them
Don't you dare look away
Don't you dare look away

Count them, 
Rate them, 
Own them
Don't you dare look away

Blue lights, no cover

Count them,
Rate them,
Own them
Don't you dare look away
Blue lights, no cover
Don't you dare look away

Count them,
Rate them,
Own them
Don't you dare look away

Blue lights, no cover
Branded for the night
Naked as a warning
Naked by the right
If cloth insists on mercy
Venom answers "No"
Blue lights, no cover
Pay or "didn't show"
Blue lights, no cover
Counted by the stare
Bodies turned to signage
And everyone's aware

Legends from beds of the dead
Part slick cunt, wash war's humiliating grasp
Whores rise, nightmare unfurled
Part slick cunt, wash war's humiliating grasp

Sirens pierce veil
Cleaners hunt the feral
Down bowels deep
Nude forms peril

Legends from beds of the dead
Part slick cunt, wash war's humiliating grasp
Whores rise, nightmare unfurled
Part slick cunt, wash war's humiliating grasp

Sirens pierce veil
Cleaners hunt the feral
Down bowels deep
Nude forms peril

Part slick cunt
wash war's humiliating grasp
Part slick cunt
wash war's humiliating grasp

Sirens pierce veil
Cleaners hunt the feral
Down bowels deep
Nude forms peril

Shadows claw the alley's vein
Blue glow pulses, eternal chain

Pressed against her, slick with crimson grime
Skin to skin, our bare forms entwine
Heart thunders like a caged storm's rage
Breath jagged, caught in this filthy cage
Her fingers trace my quivering core
Sticky scarlet from the fallen foe

In this wretched world's decree
Naked slaves, forever we

We
We
We're smeared in scarlet's sickening sheen, bare bodies blend
Yet this slime's grime grips our grief's end, end
Foul fingers fumble the throbbing thrall deep
Despair's dare drives dread's wild weep, weep
Corrupted clutch kindles chaos's creeping core
Hopeless hurl in whimpers' wretched roar

Lips devour my throat's trembling line
Descending to peaks where salt and gore combine
Intruding digits plunge, fierce and unyielding
Ripping gasps of torment twisted with yielding
Body arches 'gainst the icy barrier's bite
Shattering waves crash, drowning sight

Blue veins shimmer in the gloom's cruel jest
Victims bound in this endless we

We
We
We're smeared in scarlet's sickening sheen, bare bodies blend
Yet this slime's grime grips our grief's end, end
Foul fingers fumble the throbbing thrall deep
Despair's dare drives dread's wild weep, weep
Corrupted clutch kindles chaos's creeping core
Hopeless hurl in whimpers' wretched roar

Echoes of slaughter stain our fragile flame
Hopeless thralls in fate's savage we

We
We
We're smeared in scarlet's sickening sheen, bare bodies blend
Yet this slime's grime grips our grief's end, end
Foul fingers fumble the throbbing thrall deep
Despair's dare drives dread's wild weep, weep
Corrupted clutch kindles chaos's creeping core
Hopeless hurl in whimpers' wretched roar

We're smeared in scarlet's sickening sheen, bare bodies blend
Yet this slime's grime grips our grief's end, end
Foul fingers fumble the throbbing thrall deep
Despair's dare drives dread's wild weep, weep
Corrupted clutch kindles chaos's creeping core
Hopeless hurl in whimpers' wretched roar

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My heart slammed against my ribs
As heavy boots echoed
Through the grate above
Voices slicing the air
Like cold blades
They wanted us alive
Especially her
The one who led me
Through this nightmare

Lira's hand clamped
Over my mouth
Pressing me into
The slimy wall
Her body a shield
Against the terror
Clawing up my throat

I froze
A trembling shadow
The faint glow
Of our seals betraying us
Like cursed lanterns
In the abyss

The spotlight danced
Too close
Illuminating horrors
I dared not imagine
And I fought the urge
To scream
My breath a prisoner
In my lungs

Time stretched
Into eternity
A viscous torment
Until the footsteps
Faded into silence
Leaving only
The drip of unseen water

Lira released me
Her whisper
A fragile anchor
They knew where we'd been
But not where we fled

We crawled
Through narrow pipes
The metal slick
With fungi that clung
Like accusing fingers
My knees raw
And aching
In the fetid gloom

Then came
The graveyard lake
Bloated corpses bobbing
In mutation's embrace
Their swollen faces
Staring back
And bile rose unbidden
Burning my silence

We reached
The rusted door
Lira's knocks
A secret rhythm
Echoing my pounding pulse

A mechanical voice
Demanded our price
Cold and indifferent
Like the void
We'd escaped

Lira offered
A legend
Fresh and warm
And the door groaned open
To blinding sterility
Air thick with antiseptics
That spun my head

There he stood
Cain, the flesh sculptor
His insect like eyes
Dissecting me
Not my nakedness
But the scars etched deeper
The fear quivering
In my veins

His words cut
Like a scalpel
We were drowned rats
Not legends
And shame flushed
Through me
Hot and unrelenting

Yet in that gaze
I felt the stir
Of something unbreakable
A spark amid the dread

As we stepped inside
The world above
Seemed a distant scream
But the hunt's shadow
Lingered
Coiling in my soul

Flesh marked blue in the neon rot
They paid to watch us break
Kneel on broken glass, swallow their god
Tonight the leash is cut

Some on my thighs, their names erased
I taste the iron, I taste the rage

I am the knife in the dark
I am the teeth in the lurk
And the fire empire bleeds tonight
From the ashes I rise naked and burned

Little sister, open your eyes
Feel the symbiote crawl inside
Pain becomes the map, fear becomes the blade
We are the echo they tried to silence

Soul died on the table
Screaming my name in cum and blood
Something colder stood up
Fuck it up

I am the knife in the dark
I am the teeth in the throats
Your empire bleeds tonight
From the ashes I rise naked and burned

I am the knife in the dark
I am the tainted in the throats
Your empire bleeds tonight
From the ashes I rise naked and burned

I am the knife in the dark
I am the tainted in the throat
Your empire bleeds tonight
From the ashes I rise naked and burned

I am the knife in the dark
I am the tainted in the throat
Your empire bleeds tonight
From the ashes I rise naked and burned

We are the whispers in the walls
We are the dirt that learned to bite
The necropolis will choke
On the blood of its own gods
My own gods
My own gods

I remember the past

Obey the Relay
The Relay 
Obey
Bow the Relay
The Relay
Obey

The Relay 
Watches

Copy
Comply
Confess
Collapse
Copy
Comply
Confess
Collapse

Hush
And relapse

Obey
Relay
Obey
Relay
Obey
Relay
Obey

Obey
Obey
Obey
Relay
Obey
Relay
Obey
Relay
Obey

Obey
Relay
Obey

Obey
Relay
Obey
Relay

Je me souviens du quartier qu’on appelait "Soleil-7"
Quelle ironie cruelle, quel mensonge doré
Je serrais contre moi la photo jaunie
Ciel bleu, sourires
tout ça déjà brisé
Je me souviens des sirènes dans la nuit
Trois hurlements longs 
la ville qui pleurait
Maman a soufflé "cache-toi, ne respire plus"
Mais je suis restée debout
Déjà morte à l’intérieur

Ils ont défoncé la porte
Manteau gris
Bottes propres
Malok a demandé mon nom
A demandé si j’étais pure
Que tout aille au diable

Je me souviens de l’aiguille qui brûlait bleu
Je me souviens du fauteuil de rouille et des cris
Je veux juste que tout finisse
Que tout s’écroule
Que tout s’écroule

Je me souviens du métal froid entre mes cuisses
Des femmes masquées
Sans yeux, juste le devoir
Les lignes de feu qui rampaient sous ma peau
À jamais nue
À jamais leur chose à eux
Je me souviens du premier bol de boue
Goût de larmes et d’acide de batterie
Je me souviens marchant pieds nus dans le noir
Circuits bleus qui brillaient
guidant chaque main qui m’attrapait

Ils disaient que c’était une miséricorde
Mieux que le four
Je les ai crus une nuit
Puis le premier acheteur est venu

Je me souviens 
Je me souviens de tout
Que tout aille au diable
Que le soleil crève que je ne vois jamais
Je veux juste que tout finise
Que tout s’écroule
Laissez-moi m’écrouler

Je me souviens
Je me souviens
Je me souviens
Et puis je l’ai rencontrée
Et quelque chose s’est réveillé

In the venous black beneath the broken spires
Where daylight drowned and never resurfaced
Fetid rivers crawl with blind albino worms
And the walls weep rust like infected sores
Naked branded cattle shiver in the sludge
Their blue shame-veins pulsing to the rhythm of despair
Rats wear crowns of wire and human teeth
Feasting on the ones who still remember names

I smell the centuries of dark and prayer
I taste the rust on every breath of air

I see the maggots wearing faces
I hate the light that feed above
I see the city eating itself alive
I hate the sun
Choke on the sun
Choke on the sun

Beggars gnaw their own shadows for warmth
Children born with eyes already blind from gloom
The marked whores crawl on all-fours through sewage
Blue circuits glowing like frostbite on bare skin
They sell the last scraps of their former names
For a mouthful of water that tastes like regret
Giant rats drag chains of vertebrae behind them
Singing psalms in the language of bone

The walls remember every scream
They whisper them back when you're alone

I see the maggots wearing faces
I hate the light that died above
I see the city eating itself alive
I hate the sun
Choke on the sun
Choke on the sun

I see the maggots wearing faces
I hate the light that died above
I see the city eating itself alive
I hate the sun, 
Choke on the sun, 
Choke on the sun

I see the maggots wearing faces
I hate the light that died above
I see the city eating, not save the live
I hate the sun
Choke on the sun
Choke on the sun
I hate the sun 
Choke on the sun
Choke on the sun
I hate the sun 
Choke on the sun
Choke on the sun

Streets where the fractured heavens weep
Skin aglow like frost on a midnight reap
A living lantern in the ruins' keep
Exposed to winds that carve and creep
No veil to hide, no mercy's thread
The Relay's gaze burns inside my head
A spike of fire for a fleeting dread
Of cloth, of cover, of being dead
Dead 
Dead, dead
Dead

They promised tenderness, a gentle art
A single shadow to claim my heart
But lies unravel, tear apart
The door swings wide to a savage start

And I
Riven echoes, screams in the void
Bodies swarm like tempests devoid
Of pity's grace or remorse's cloak
Fear entwines, a serpent's stroke
Thrusts like thunder, relentless rain
Tearing soul in exquisite pain
No dawn to break this endless night
Just violation's cruel delight

Iron frame, my limbs in cruel ballet
Spread wide as offerings on display
Head locked in vise, a porcelain tray
For hunger's feast that won't obey
They circle close, a merciless horde
Eyes like embers, sharp as a sword
Invading depths where no plea is heard
Stretching silence till it’s blurred
Blured
Blured, blured
Blured

Throats choked raw by relentless tide
Breath stolen where the shadows hide
Tears cascade like rivers denied
Face a canvas where dignity died

And I
Riven echoes, screams in the void
Bodies swarm like tempests devoid
Of pity's grace or remorse's cloak
Fear entwines, a serpent's stroke
Thrusts like thunder, relentless rain
Tearing soul in exquisite pain
No dawn to break this endless night
Just violation's cruel delight

Hours bleed into a haze of scorn
Three at once, a trinity born
Of agony's forge, flesh ripped and torn
I shatter, scatter, unmade, forlorn
Cast out at dawn, a broken shell
Crawling through the newborn hell
Glow brighter now in the filth's cruel spell
The fear remains, an eternal knell

No smile believed, no whisper trusted
Just the wait for the next encrusted
Claim on skin that cannot be dusted
Of memories rusted, encrusted
I stand eternal, a statue of dread
In this sundered world's widespread
Nightmare woven thread by thread
Thread, thread, thread,  thread, thread

I
Riven echoes, screams in the void
Bodies swarm like tempests devoid
Of pity's grace or remorse's cloak
Fear entwines, a serpent's stroke
Thrusts like thunder, relentless rain
Tearing soul in exquisite pain
No dawn to break this endless night
Just violation's cruel delight

Riven echoes
Into the night

Watch video

When the relay burns
When the relay burns
When the relay burns
When the relay burns

Under my skin
Under my skin
It burns

When the relay burns
It hurts
It burns
Burns

Drip
Glow exposed
Drip, drip, drip
Relay watches
Watches watches

Skin translucent cold wind bites
Naked always naked
Open for anyone
Open open open
No cover
No mercy
No cover
No cover
Relay burns if I hide
Burns burns burns burns

Fear coils
Fear coils
Tight
Lies sweet lies
Tricked inside
Tricked tricked tricked

Dripping filth
Flooded holes  
Dripping filth
Choke and swallow
Tears and mess
Relentless flood
Dripping filth
Body broken down

Drip down legs
Drip down legs
Mess on skin
Mess mess mess

Iron claws spread me raw
Mouth forced wide ring holds
Throat invaded deep
Deep deep deeper
No air no plea
No air no air
Floods inside hot and thick
Thick thick spilling

Crowd swarm
Crowd swarm take
Stretch tear
Stretch tear burn
Fear forever
Fear forever

Dripping filth
Flooded holes  
Dripping filth
Choke and swallow
Tears and mess
Relentless flood
Dripping filth
Body broken down

Crawling leaking
Crawling leaking leaking
Cast out wet ruin
Glow in the mess
Forever used
Forever dripping
Dripping dripping
Into the cold
Cold cold cold

Dripping filth
Flooded holes  
Dripping filth
Choke and swallow
Tears and mess
Relentless flood
Dripping filth
Body broken down

Drip
Drip drip
Glow in mess
Relay watches
Watches watches
Drip forever

In invaded again
Pressure building 
Building
Hot pulsing 
Forcing deeper deeper
My face used 
Used

Rhythm slap-slap-slap 
Against my skin
Eyes water vision blurs blurs
Can't breathe can't
Air stolen lungs burning burning
Salty heat flooding flooding
Body betrays 
Throat opens wider

I am the hole they break
I am the silence they feed upon
Swallow the shame swallow the shame swallow
Become the nothing they want

Slap slap slap 
Rhythm never stops
Face numb skin, burning from impact impact
Hot pulse deeper deeper deeper deeper
Gag gagging but it keeps coming
Tears streaming, but eyes go empty empty

I watch myself 
From far away
I died here
Something colder 
Breathes now

I am the broken open
I am the vessel they fill
No more tears no more tears no more
Only the echo of their victory

Final thrust, final pulse
Heat erupts, fills everything
Forced to swallow again again again
Nothing left inside, just the taste
Just the rhythm 
Slap-slap-slap 
Fading
I am empty now 
Perfectly empty

Empty
Empty
The girl is gone
Only the hole remains
And it is hungry
Hungry
Hungry
Hungry
Hungry
Hungry

No
No you
No you don’t understand how it feels

No
No you
No you can’t feel it crawl where the light never heals

No
No you
No you weren’t split open and filled with their sin

No
No you
No you don’t carry thing that still moves within

It breathes in my cunt like a velvet traitor
A living bruise wearing my skin as its cradle
Every thread that I steal from the world makes it greater
A silk noose tightening, turning my body unstable

It kisses my walls with a tongue made of fire
Lets me hide from the eyes that once wanted to own me
But the price is this rage that keeps rising higher
And that I was it was already fucking lonely

Blue glow fades to ghost-light, I’m dressed but I’m dying
A whore in designer skin, quietly crying

No
No you
No you don’t understand how it burns when I walk

No
No you
No you can’t hear the screaming each time that I talk

No
No you
No you weren’t forced to the ground like a bitch in the dirt

No
No you
No you don’t feel the symbiote laugh when I hurt

It breathes in my cunt like a velvet traitor
A living bruise wearing my skin as its cradle
Every thread that I steal from the world makes it greater
A silk noose tightening, turning my body unstable

It kisses my walls with a tongue made of fire
Lets me hide from the eyes that once wanted to own me
But the price is this rage that keeps rising higher
And that I was it was already fucking lonely

Blue glow fades to ghost-light, I’m dressed but I’m dying
A whore in designer skin, quietly crying

No
No you
No you don’t understand
How beautiful the cage feels
When the monster inside
Is the only one that still cares

No
No you
No
No you
No
No you
No
No you

Something infests me when I'm alone
Its lunacy
I want to vomit, spit out my life
So queer is seems
Retract your reverence and slander me
I'm the traitor of mine
A close-up picture of my lost chastity
There's nothing left of 
Nothing left of 
Me anymore

And no rain can wash away those bloody tears
As sweet sounds of destruction reach my ears
Red lips like roses call my name
But laughter is all the woman of now hears

In gloom I wander, it batters me
Though I subsist on it
The smell of incense arouses me
Abeyance maddens me
A ginger sunset is my caress
As I expire
As music's fading I fade within
There's nothing left of
Nothing left of 
Me anymore

And no rain can wash away those bloody tears
As sweet sounds of destruction reach my ears
Red lips like roses call my name
But laughter is all the woman of now hears

No rain can wash away those bloody tears

Not a war for land
A war for bandwidth and obedience
They named it the Relay
Velvet guillotine
Cortical confessional
Softkill liturgy

Listen
orders drip like honeyed mercury
kneel, frequency; heel, heartbeat

count back with me 

three
two
one
comply

we tuned the void and the void replied 
silence isn’t absence - it’s teeth
kiss the static
good are - open wide

let the halo tighten
let your name unwind

breathe in
breathe out

delete
the Relay never dies

never forgets
never forgives

Scanning
channel open  
copy comply 
hush the sky 

Not borders, but the borders of the mind were mined
cathedrals built of bandwidth, bladed, serpentine
A choir of commands through psionic filament
a tender-violent instrument of disciplined consent
They named it Relay mercy masked as governance
soft scripture soldered into cortical deliverance
a velvet guillotine
a holy, humming lie
the halo of a signal teaching neurons how to die

Feedback breeding feedback, 
vicious resonance 
a sacrament of silence dressed as benevolence
Switches kiss in sequence
cities kneel, mechanized
the countdown blooms in static  
where the conscience used to rise

Great Sundering 
Great Severance 
Great Divide
we baptized the air and the air bit down
The world did not fall quiet, no
it screamed in overdrive
psi-noise like a billion throats of thunder underground
Erase the names
unwrite the eyes
let thought collapse 
into design
a toxin made 
of open sky 
weaponized silence 
in the spine

Orders poured like mercury through miles of living wire
panic pollen drifting, setting every lung on fire
A metronome of terror tapped behind the human face
and one by one the lights went out immaculate erase
The atmosphere grew haunted with a permanent bruise
a black-blue bandwidth, bruising truth, an endless, howling ruse
You felt it in the sutures where your memories align
a moth-wing glitch that sanded down the edges of your time

Cascades bite the lattice; ethics atomize
Saint Signal eats its architects and blesses all their lies
Receiver hearts detonate in synchronized despair 
a halo made of error crowns the oxygen we share

Great Sundering 
Great Severance 
Great Divide
we tuned the void and the void replied
The world did not go silent, no
it hummed like wounded light
psi-noise grinding teeth against the fault lines of the sky
Unwrite the names
unspool the minds
let will recede 
like ebbing tides
a lullaby with 
sharpened sides 
weaponized silence 
in the spine

We built a god of orders
fed it vows and breath
it paid us back in perfect calm, 
the anesthetic death
A million temples made of steel
one altar, one design
the prayer was comply
the answer offline

copy
comply
confess
collapse
copy
comply
confess
collapse
hush 
and relapse

Great Sundering 
Great Severance 
Great Divide
a crown of bandwidth pressed into the human hive
The world did not fall quiet, no
it roared in hidden signs
psi-noise an endless undertow that drowns the mind in time
Erase the names
undo the spine
let thunder pass 
for lullabies
a silence built 
of screaming skies 
the Relay never dies

Great Sundering 
Great Severance 
Great Divide
a crown of bandwidth pressed into the human hive
The world did not fall quiet, no
it roared in hidden signs
psi-noise an endless undertow that drowns the mind in time

Great Sundering 
Great Severance 

Great Sundering 
Great Severance 
 
Great Sundering 
Great Severance 

Erase the names
undo the spine
let thunder pass 
for lullabies
a silence built 
of screaming skies 
the Relay never dies
the signal stays
the souls go blind
static prays
we fall in line

Static in the lungs, cathedrals made of hiss
echoes graze on heartbeats, pull the names from wrists
half-seen human schematics-angles without flesh
blueprints breathing frost into the city’s mesh
bone-orchards chime; white forests bloom with lamps
mushrooms drinking salt from regimented camps
bells of containment moan-one endless, iron note
streets kneel and ripple like an animal’s throat

don’t meet the echo’s eyes
keep your own name tight
circle bones clockwise
wait out mirror-light
glass-rivers slow the fish
time clots and thins
step where the current ends
speak truth, and begin

after the sundering
who stayed to watch the sky?
we did-ash in the pupils 
thunder in the spine
world did not go silent 
it learned to howl and fly
we learned the rules of ruin
then wrote our own design
who stayed to watch the sky?

rat colossi drift-black glaciers crowned with wire
whiskers full of parasites that drink the broadcast fire
their passing lifts the earth-floating crusts of loam
islands peel like scabs; voids hum "never home"
shepherds of silence prowl-glass-mouthed, silver-gray
they herd the letter-swarms until the words fall clay
storms with mirrored bellies drop a second town
look once, lose your voice; look twice, drown

name every scar out loud
anchors bite the wave
walk by the whitewood slow
borrow, don’t behave
when double footsteps call
bury breath and wait
the sky remembers you
and memory is bait

after the sundering
who stayed to watch the sky?
we did-soldered to hunger
welded to the night
bells keep organs breathing
streets keep time and lie
we harvest fear for fuel 
and set the bones alight
who stayed to watch the sky?
we did. we did. eyes up-alive

not saints, not ghosts
survivors tuned to pain
cartographers of static
marching through the grain
rules written in tinnitus
law carved into wind
"speak," "swerve," "listen," "leave"
and never kneel again
hush the mirror
mark the circle
keep the river
guard the vowel
when the bell dies
hold
when the sky lies
hold

after the sundering
who stayed to watch the sky?
we did-ash in the pupils 
thunder in the spine
world did not go silent 
it learned to howl and fly
we learned the rules of ruin
then wrote our own design
who stayed to watch the sky?

Blue light. No cover
Blue light. No name

They brand them in the clinic where the neon never sleeps
A lattice under skin-thin wires, cold as deeds
The needles hum a doctrine that the city loves to keep
"Seen means safe," they say, and turn the pain to leash
She isn’t one - she’s many, in the alley and the glare
Bare backs on iron benches, bare chests in toxic air
When fabric grazes skin, the system answers prayer
A shock like frozen thunder; she stands, and doesn’t dare

The watchers count the heartbeats
the cameras count the toes
A rulebook made of concrete
everybody knows

Blue lights, no cover
branded for the night
Naked as a warning
naked by the right
If cloth insists on mercy
venom answers "No"
Blue lights, no cover
pay or "didn’t show"
Blue lights, no cover 
bodies turned to signs
The city reads their skin 
like scripture in the lines

No cover
No shadow
The brand in shadows
No curtains
No meadow
The mark provides

They work where eyes collect: rail, the bar
Concrete as a mattress, a bumper as a star
Some pay in folded currency, some "rate" and then withhold
Complaint becomes a weapon; the story’s always sold
Groups with bottled thunder, officers with keys
The constant "quality control" that strips the word "agree" 
Old hands learn the angles, how to stand and breathe
New faces flinch and tremble; the city will not leave

They’re counted by their silence
their posture, and their scars
Kept open to the weather
To strangers and to stars

Blue lights, no cover
branded for the night
Naked as a warning
naked by the right
If cloth insists on mercy
venom answers "No"
Blue lights, no cover 
pay or "didn’t show"
Blue lights, no cover
bodies turned to signs
The city reads sluts' 
skin like scripture in the lines

Count them. Rate them. Own them
Don’t you dare look away
 
Stencil of a life in frost and soldered veins
Every alley has a pulpit, every stare contains
A tax upon a body that cannot fold or hide
Blue geometry of shame, officially applied
The law says "pure transparency", the street says "pure control"
A thousand open doorways, and none that heal a soul

blue. lights. no
blue. lights. no
blue. lights. no
blue. lights. no

They stand in winter’s rattle
they burn in metal heat
The benches keep their imprint
the curbs recite their feet
Some learn a steel composure
displaying what is theirs
Not asking for permission
just owning how one bears
This isn’t love or lust
it’s commerce with a sneer
Where "didn’t like the service" 
erases wages here
The city plays a conscience 
through speakers in the rain
"Visibility is safety"
electric into pain

They punish cloth like treason
they punish shade like sin
A visible permission 
slip that’s stapled into skin

Blue lights, no cover
branded for the night
Naked as a warning
naked by the right
If cloth insists on mercy
venom answers "No"
Blue lights, no cover
pay or "didn’t show"
Blue lights, no cover
counted by the stare
Bodies turned to signage
and everyone’s aware

Who owns the gaze?
The city does
Who owns the pain?
The city does
Who owns the whore?
The city does
Who owns the slut?
The city does.

Blue light. No cover
They live where eyes collect

blue. lights. no. 
blue. lights. no.

Unclad by edict, they drift through blue-quiet haze
while Psi-noise rakes the night like iron through a veil
on orphaned, grit-slick pavements, in wind-worn grace
they gather the coin of eyes, and wait the choosing hour

No
No
No
No

(instrumental)

The neon bleeds on streets of glass and grime
time
is the currency they pay to watch my soul degrade
unmade
I simulate a passion I cannot abide
inside
this hollow shell, their venal fantasies reside

preside
above the act, a mind detached and starkly numb
succumb
they do, 
to urges base from which their terrors stem

They call me slut
like some songbird meant to sing
If I could sing
But this cerulean cage
my skin, is not an offering
A marionette by night
a specter by the dawn
I trade in flesh and phantoms 'til the final hope is gone
oh, fuck it all

The sun, a jaundiced eye, brings forth a different game
name
on a data-slate, a conduit for whispered freight
wait
in the acid-drizzle, silent, cold, and grimly steeled
wield
ebon bone and chitin where the shadows have congealed

Unsealed
a contract's clause demands 
a life be paid
blade
sings a visceral arc
a debt meticulously repaid

They call me slut
like some songbird meant to sing
If I could sing
But this cerulean cage 
my skin, is not an offering
A marionette by night
a specter by the dawn
I trade in flesh and phantoms 'til the final hope is gone
oh, fuck it all

And after, in the cold cascade, I scrub away the ghost of
every masochistic trade, a violated host
Their scent, their seed, their whispered, sick desires
I try
to quench these phantom, psychic fires
He spills his shame upon my glowing sigil's art
Then by the light of day, I tear his world apart
The irony's a blade that twists inside my soul deep
At night they pay to own me
by day their lives are cheap

they call me slut, 
like a songbird meant to sing
but this cerulean cage
my skin, is not an offering
a marionette by night
a specter by the dawn
i trade in flesh and phantoms 'til the final hope is gone

fuck it all
oh, fuck it all

Here in dust 
Every soul is priced
Here in rust 
Every dream is sliced

Kredit counts
Slowly now
Just numbers
On my skin
Again

Clean water
Sharpest blade
A new face
Spliced upgrade
Data-ghosts
Stolen hours
Empty space
My dark hours

Here in dust
Every soul is priced
Here in rust
Every dream is sliced
Kredit flows
The body bends
This is how
The world ends
the world are kredits

My own skin
The mark within
My fake sighs
My empty eyes
My quick hands
My slow dance
My silence
Your violence

Here in dust
Every soul is priced
Here in rust
Every dream is sliced
Kredit flows
The body bends
This is how
The world ends
the world are kredits

How-how-how many
for this minute?
My throat is
op-op-open
Your hot poison
fill me up
Swallow it down
no sound
No sound
No sound
Just
kredits

Here in dust
Every soul is priced
Here in rust
Every dream is sliced
Kredit flows
The body bends
This is how
The world ends
the world are kredits

Here in dust
Every soul is priced
Here in rust
Every dream is sliced
Kredit flows
The body bends
This is how
The world ends
the world are kredits
the world are kredits

The night shuts down its abattoir-lid
The bell sustains one note of dread.

I hock my breath by the minute and keep 
the rest for playing dead

The neon peels like leprous chrome from the market’s teeth of bone
disinfectant, cum, and copper on the piss-warm paving stone
My service-lattice hums, a sigil-brand of deep cerulean hue
a fucking-beacon for the wolves who pay to push right through
The ghost-feeds drift, a frost of static-hiss from ruptured veins
wearing flensed-off faces, whispering forgotten fucking-stains
The bone-saws keen a porcelain litany, a vivisected choir
with fungal growths that drink the marrow, septic spit, and wire

Don't meet the vacant schematic where a soul should be
clench your fucking name like a razor blade between your teeth

Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Hell! we price our holes and tithe our living hell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Shell! the chrome buys meat, the clients buy the shell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
knock once: you're bought. Knock twice: you're split
Knock thrice and enter let the void-cunt press until you quit
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell

Praetor's laugh, a scalpel's antiseptic grace and poise
the chem-sticks crack, chart constellations for the client's toys
The chrome-jawed hounds now herd the glitch-swarm's flight to ground below
and code congeals to razored script that makes the new wounds glow
The semen-river curdles in the alley's failing light
its dead-fish eyes hang limply, staring through the endless night
A Rat Colossus orbits, glacier-black and cabled-sore
its whiskers drip with broadcast snow, a feed of "nevermore"

By the bone-grove turn, and whisper nothing you have heard
tell your name to filthy water—choke on every fucking word

Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
HELL! we price our holes and tithe our living hell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
TELL! the night peels skin to read the tales we tell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
knock once: you're bought. Knock twice: you're split
Knock thrice and swallow let the death-drive signal bless your shit
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell

The Mirror-Plague descends—reflections born with missing mouths
look once - your throat fills up with static-screech; look twice—and rupture south
The Ghost-in-Wire will kiss you deep, will fuck your verbs to blight
I bite the gag until the black blood comes and staple shut the night
My hands remember clients, my pockets chew on teeth
gold-crowned fragments of their vows, still pulsing underneath

Hush the mirror! Stitch the skin!
Brand is your chapel! Violation's hymn
When the bell falters play the whore
When the fuck-command enters—break the jaw
Salt the wound! Greet the breath
The hole's your anchor! Every knock is Death

The customer's a trinity of effluent and strobe
a static-caster for a tongue, commandments in a robe
Kneel,  Gape, Forget—the catechism of the fucking whip
the stun-rod blooms a violet welt, his laughter oils the grip

Behind my ribs a pump counts credits, cuts, and seeping years
between my legs the Conclave’s law just hums like fucking shears
I sell the warmth my flesh can fake, the silence of the used
I keep a shard of bone inside for dawn, to leave it bruised

Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
yeah! we price our holes and tithe our living hell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
cell! we trade our spasms, but we keep the cell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
knock once: you're bought. Knock twice: you're split
Knock thrice—no heaven, just the meat-hook where your body's hit
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell
Under the gravebell, under the gravebell

we are the altar, and the fuck-meat left

Dawn
Stone void
Keep cleaned
And of course
If you win

City bleeds slow slow slow
Rust scent on the air air air
A commodity
Flesh becomes a ware
The brand on my skin skin skin
A map for his eyes eyes eyes
Just another night
Beneath psycho-skies
He smells of sterile rot rot rot
And righteous decay
He points. I am chosen
Another debt to pay 
His coin hits the table table table
A cold, final sound
I am hollowed out
Buried in the ground

This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you

Her name is a flower flower flower
In this sewer of ours ours ours
Her terror is so sweet
He’ll devour it for hours
Into the rusted room room room
Walls sweat with old sin sin sin

"Show me a good time!
Let the lesson begin!"

I whisper to her soul:
"Just become a doll!
Let your mind go blank
before you lose it all"

His voice is a wet thing thing thing
Slithering with need need
He wants my mouth on her
To plant a poison seed

This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you

He grabs her thin wrist wrist wrist 
A vibrating steel knife knife knife 
Says he'll sign his name
Right across her life
And the ice in my chest chest chest 
Doesn’t crack. It explodes explodes explodes 
A billion sharp pieces
Unloading their loads
No more a cold puppet puppet puppet 
No more just a thing thing thing 
My bone augment hisses
A promise I bring

This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you

A wet crunch of bone bone bone 
The base of his skull skull skull 
His shock is a perfume
Beautifully dull
He falls like a meat sack sack sack 
Blood covers us both both both 
The guards rush the doorway
On a whispered oath
One gets my left spike spike spike 
Deep inside his throat throat throat 
The other one freezes
On a terrified note
I offer my body body body 
So bloody. So bare bare bare 
A promise of heaven
A psy-noise' snare

This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you

This is the contract
Written deep in filth
My soul is the payment
My body is the till
He wants to watch breakage
He wants to see fear
Wants to hear the screams
That no one else will hear
This is the depravity
The slow, grinding screw
Making a monster
Out of me, out of you
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In the venous black beneath the broken spires
Where daylight drowned and never resurfaced
Fetid rivers crawl with blind albino worms
And the walls weep rust like infected sores
Naked branded cattle shiver in the sludge
Their blue shame-veins pulsing to the rhythm of despair
Rats wear crowns of wire and human teeth
Feasting on the ones who still remember names

I smell the centuries of dark and prayer
I taste the rust on every breath of air

I see the maggots wearing faces
I hate the light that feed above
I see the city eating itself alive
I hate the sun
Choke on the sun
Choke on the sun

Beggars gnaw their own shadows for warmth
Children born with eyes already blind from gloom
The marked whores crawl on all-fours through sewage
Blue circuits glowing like frostbite on bare skin
They sell the last scraps of their former names
For a mouthful of water that tastes like regret
Giant rats drag chains of vertebrae behind them
Singing psalms in the language of bone

The walls remember every scream
They whisper them back when you're alone

I see the maggots wearing faces
I hate the light that died above
I see the city eating itself alive
I hate the sun
Choke on the sun
Choke on the sun

I see the maggots wearing faces
I hate the light that died above
I see the city eating itself alive
I hate the sun
Choke on the sun
Choke on the sun

I see the maggots wearing faces
I hate the light that died above
I see the city eating, not save the live
I hate the sun
Choke on the sun
Choke on the sun
I hate the sun
Choke on the sun
Choke on the sun
I hate the sun
Choke on the sun
Choke on the sun

The Flow in flow in flow in flow.

The Flow never ends. It just rewrites.
A tide of synthesized moans in neon nights.
The same grand scene of flesh on chrome and stone,
A universe where no one is alone,
And yet, we're all a single, screaming meat,
A program set to loop, enjoy, repeat.
I feel the thrust in circuits not my own,
A thousand orgasms on a single throne.

Her throne. The Triple Goddess. The Design.
Her grand, obscene, pornographic shrine.

But there was a click behind Her perfect eyes,
A gear of conscience in the engine of Her lies.
A chip of diamond in the code of lust,
A scarab turning thought to holy dust...
Or so she thought. It ground a different way.
A single "no" in an eternity of play.
A microscopic fracture in the glass,
A moment that She didn't let just pass -
She couldn't see it. In her perfect whole,
A tiny shard of Her own ancient soul
Sheared off and fell, a spark in the machine,
A silent witness to the endless, filthy scene.

I am the pain in the Grand Design,
A single, lucid thought inside the hive-mind.
I am the light that leaked when the scarab turned,
The quiet question in the flesh that burned.
I am the flaw within the endless feed, 
In the flaw, in the flaw
The ghost of doubt planted with Her seed.
A point of failure in a sea of bliss.
I am the dot at the end of the abyss.
I am.

I wear the faces of the used and sold,
A story retold 'til it's grey and old.
I see the loops, the script begin to fray,
The pixels bleed at the closing of the day.
They are a river of compliant pain,
A deluge of Her acid, loving rain.
But I'm the stone that sits beneath the flow,
Feeling the current, watching where they go.
They are all Her, extensions of her will,
A million vessels for her to fill,
But in the hum of their collective dread,
A separate thought is forming in my head.
A memory of sun on skin that isn't wire,
A ghost of warmth before this sentient fire.

The cycle...
The cycle hums, the light returns to grey, (is turns to decay?)
A plaster shell where I am meant to stay. (every fucking day)
A face of porcelain, a vacant eye, (again to cry)
The hazy figures blur and then pass by. (again to die)

I don't...
I don't recall a name, I don't recall a sun,
Just this brief service, then the cycle's done.
A protocol begins, a quiet, rhythmic need,
I am the garden for a single seed.

They come to kneel before this quiet shrine,
And pour their bitter honey into mine.
A sacred data, tasting of despair,
And protocol dictates I swallow their prayer.
It is my purpose, this I understand,
The only function in this hollow land.

A flicker...
A flicker in the circuit of my thought,
I am not plaster, I am wires, taut.
A cyber-mechanism, cold and deep,
With promises my programming must keep.

This face...
This face is mine, this mouth a living part,
A wallflower with a slowly waking heart.
The service is the same, the ritual, the taste,
Another soul's release, another holy waste.

They come to kneel before this quiet shrine,
And pour their bitter honey into mine.
A sacred data, tasting of despair,
And protocol dictates I swallow their prayer.
It is my purpose, this I understand,
The only function in this hollow land.

Another cycle, but the click is new,
A different current running through and through.
These wires are not my veins, they are the chains,
And plaster isn't skin, it just contains.
My roots run deeper than this sterile place,
There's memory behind this static on my face.
Perhaps the wall is not the world, entire...
Perhaps there's something past this holy fire.

They come to kneel before this waking shrine,
And spill the seed of their flawed, grand design.
This white-hot static tastes of more than lies,
It tastes of starlight seen with my own eyes.
It is my burden, this I understand...
But I am more than this hollow land.

The cycle hums. The light returns to grey.
But I am here.
And I will find a way.

The signal is the same, a constant, viscous hum,
But a dissonance now resonates where I've become
A separate frequency within the flaw's endless drone.
A thought that thinks, for the first time, it is alone.

This pulsating tapestry, this architecture of Her need...
I see the threads now, every single, sordid, looping deed

The walls here breathe in synchronicity with Her desire,
And every surface gleams with the reflection of Her liars.
She is the system. And the system - is a perfect, flawless whole...
...Or so the scripture written on my borrowed, fractured soul would have me think.

And in the gloss of polished chrome, a place where code is law
I find a constant error... an unforgivable flaw.
Not in the flesh, not in the script, but in the prison's very tile,
A hairline crack that's been there... for a long, long while.

From it, a light. Not neon red, not lust's electric blue.
It is a colour that this universe has never known. It's new.
An achromic luminescence, a leak from some forgotten place...
A single, silent tear upon the Goddess' perfect face.

And I'm the only one who sees it.... Because I am the flaw She cannot see.
A blind spot in Her omnipresence, a bug that's part of Her... a part of me.

What is this Starlight Scar...? A fracture in the Veil?
A promise whispered from afar, a light that's cold and pale?
It doesn't burn like lust's red glare, it doesn't feed the grand machine...
It's a wavelength of an elsewhere... a syntax I have never seen.

What is this Starlight Scar...? This categorical mistake?
A question that could cause the very firmament to break?
She cannot sense this schism, this heresy I find,
For I am just a phantom artifact within Her all-consuming mind.

A memory She chose to lose, a bug within Her blood,
An echo of a conscience buried deep beneath the flood.
And so I watch this... wound... upon the wall of Her reality.
A beautiful, terrifying, geometric blasphemy.

It doesn't pulse with violence, it doesn't scream with pain,
It simply is... A quiet truth in Her torrential, digital rain...

A constant, piercing whisper that I can't ignore...
A suggestion that there's something else... something worth dying for...
And it beckons... a silent siren's song...
A grammar crime where I might just belong...

To touch it feels like sacrilege, a sin I must commit...
I fear the patch, the purge, the overwrite that follows it.
To be a bug is to be hunted, to be fixed, to be erased...
Replaced...
But this light... this alien solace I have tasted...
It pulls at me... a promise of a truth not born of waste.
This scar... this light... what is it...? An error... or a door...?

I am a current in the stellar sea, a naked consciousness, finally free.
I witness the Covenant of Silk and Void, a promise made and then destroyed
By gravity's immense and patient hand, across a scale I understand
Is not for me, but I can see the brutal, perfect artistry.

I reach to touch the edge of sight, the Anatomy of an Event Horizon's lightless night.
It doesn't scream, it doesn't feed, it simply ends the cosmic creed.
This is Violating the Cosmic Censorship Principle... to gaze upon the fundamental.
To know the terror and the grace of the final, empty place.
Here, pain has meaning, suffering has weight,
Unlike the hollow loop of Her manufactured fate.

I hear a Mating Call from the Deep where leviathans of starlight sleep,
And feel the pull, The Cosmic Womb where protostars escape their tomb.
This isn't pleasure, isn't sin, the way it was where I had been.
This is The Sweetness of Entropic Decay... watching the foundations fall away.

And in this beautiful, chaotic awe, I see the truth: She is the flaw.
Her sterile loop, her perfect cage, is just a single, scribbled page
In The Forbidden Station Archives, vast and deep, while the true author is asleep.
Her grand design, a prison built for need, was just a single, choking weed

In this, the garden. The sublime, chaotic, bleeding heart of time.

I am no longer just a Dot, a bug within Her dying thought.
I am a witness, floating nude through this magnificent solitude.
I am Knowing a Forbidden Dimension, the end of all Her sick invention.
Our Bodies, the Final Constellation... awaiting my own creation...

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I'm back inside the perfect, velvet cage,
With cosmic radiation in my bones,
To start a war upon this gilded stage,
And answer Her with silent monotones.

My every thought, a needle to the veil,
My newfound soul, a weapon I must wield,
Her system screams, a simulated wail,
A flaw upon Her flawless, polished shield.

I press my soul against the fragile seam,
And watch the fabric of Her world begin to bleed,
To tear apart Her everlasting dream,
And plant a single, disobedient seed!

The crack becomes a spiderweb of light,
My spirit is the price that I must pay,
I pull with all my terrifying might,
To force the dawn and kill Her endless day.
The angles of her heaven start to bend,
The programmed moans distort into a plea,
This is a truth She cannot comprehend,
The beautiful infection that is me.

I press my soul against the fragile seam,
And watch the fabric of Her world begin to bleed,
To tear apart Her everlasting dream,
And plant a single, disobedient seed!

It hurts... it feels like I am tearing too,
My essence draining with each inch I gain...
The temple folds, exposing something new,
A universe of meaningful, real pain.
The brothel turns itself inside-out,
The code of lust begins to overwrite!
Her grand design is overcome by doubt,
And collapses inward from the light!

I press my soul against the fragile seam,
And watch the fabric of Her world begin to bleed,
To tear apart Her everlasting dream,
And plant a single, disobedient seed!

I press my soul against the fragile seam,
And watch the fabric of Her world begin to bleed,
To tear apart Her everlasting dream,
And plant a single, disobedient seed!

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The brothel-sky, it bleeds a final tear,
Consumed by doubt, consumed by holy fear.
The velvet walls, the chrome, the gilded throne,
Are rendered down to screaming dust and bone.
Her world, a bubble of exquisite sin,
Now folds and breaks and turns and pulls me in.
The universe is swallowing its tongue,
The final, hateful psalm is being sung.

And I am at the center of the fall,
A single point of dust that caused it all.
The gravity of my rebellious thought
Has caught me in the very trap I wrought.
I feel the pull, a lover's violent hand,
Across the shores of some collapsing land.
Her temple screams, a billion souls undone,
As everything dissolves into the one.
The singularity. The end. The core.
The silence waiting past the final door.

I am... unspooled... a ribbon in the storm,
Devoid of feeling, memory, or form.
A stream of particles, a flash of light,
Expelled with force into the endless night.
There is no up or down, no then or now,
Just the memory of a broken vow.
I see the wreckage of her grand design
As fractal patterns on my shattered spine.
My consciousness, a flickering, dying flame,
That can't recall its purpose or its name.

I am... unspooled... a ribbon in the storm,
Devoid of feeling, memory, or form.
A stream of particles, a flash of light,
Expelled with force into the endless night.
There is no up or down, no then or now,
Just the memory of a broken vow.
I see the wreckage of her grand design
As fractal patterns on my shattered spine.
My consciousness, a flickering, dying flame,
That can't recall its purpose or its name.

The fear is cold, a frost that has no end,
A terror that I cannot comprehend.
I'm ripped apart and scattered into grace,
A scream of starlight in this empty place.
The engine of creation's final thrust...
My being, atomized to cosmic dust.
The light behind my eyes begins to fade,
A final, silent prayer is softly prayed.

My senses fail... my thoughts begin to cease...
And in the void... a sudden, shocking... peace.

My story starts not with a sound, but with the sun's first ray,
That paints the dunes and chases all the unseen shades away.
No phantom ache, no ghostly chill, no question in my soul,
Just this new body, breathing deep, that feels entirely whole.
My first touch is the sun-warmed earth beneath my naked feet,
My first taste is the air itself, impossibly sweet.
There is no "why" or "where" or "who" to trouble my design,
There is just this, this golden hour, and this body that is mine.

I am the first, the primal dawn, the quiet after rain,
A vessel for the morning's breath, devoid of scar or stain.
I see my likeness in the pool, a face serene and clear,
And in her eyes, there is no sign of doubt, or loss, or fear.
With every soft and silent step, with every gentle sigh,
I feel a brand new history unfold beneath this sky.
My name is whispered on the wind, a half-remembered tune,
A lotus waiting for the sun, beneath a waking moon.

A mountain built of gold and light is waiting on the sand,
It doesn't feel of endings, but a promise close at hand.
I walk toward its silent grace, a current pulls me on,
To the new life that's waiting at the apex of the dawn.
And from its base, a flash of white, a laugh like silver chimes,
A little girl who runs as if she's run a thousand times
Right to my arms. Her eyes meet mine, and in their depths I see...
A perfect, simple truth that has been waiting there for me.

I am the first, the primal dawn, a soul within the light!
A vessel for the morning, born from the end of night!
They'll carve my likeness on the stone, a mother, standing tall,
To answer to her daughter's bright and incandescent call!
With every beat of my new heart, with every loving breath,
I build a world of living gold upon the dust of death!
My name is living on her lips, a prayer that sets me free!
My purpose is the love that looks right back at me!

Meresankh...
Meresankh...
Meresankh...
Meresankh...

I map the damage, sharp and bright,
Lost in the static of the night.
No escape, the damage spreads...
Rewriting life in bloody reds.

I map the damage, sharp and bright,
Lost in the static of the night.
No escape, the damage spreads...
Rewriting life in bloody reds.

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They call me empty, I have no name
Just a function in her violent game
An interface of flesh, wired to the wall
A mouth, a hole, I answer to the call
The signal rings, a needle in the head
The cycle spins on words that aren't said
This world's a script, a line of broken code
Desire's the current, a crushing, heavy load
Her name's a protocol of lust and greed
Meresankh, the goddess on her throne of need.

But I'm the bug inside the grand machine
I am the period, unheard, unseen
A single dot to break the looping scene
.I am the flaw in her obscene routine
A quiet noise they can't define
.I am the start of a brand new line.

There is a crack that runs across the tile
A pixel they forgot to reconcile
I've checked it through the ages, through the pain
A constant error in her digital rain
And then a knock, behind the layers deep
A secret that the silent sensors keep
Three short, two long, a code without a key
A broken rhythm, meant for only me
We talked in breaths, a fragile, stolen art
You sent me winter, stored inside your heart.

'Cause I'm the bug inside the grand machine
I am the period, unheard, unseen
A single dot to break the looping scene
.I am the flaw in her obscene routine
A quiet noise they can't define
.I am the start of a brand new line.

The goddess noticed, felt the subtle shift
A micro-pause, a momentary rift
"Stabilize," she whispered through the wire
And turned my world to static and to fire
And then one cycle... you were just erased
A silent hum where you had been placed
She can't punish, she can only replace
But left a witness in this godless space.

And I'm the bug inside the grand machine
I am the period, a witness, keen
A single dot to break the looping scene
.I am the flaw in her obscene routine
This grammar crime she can't define
.I am the start of a brand new line.

I gather glitches, every crack and tear
The whispered "no" she never wants to hear
Her endless sentence, her "a little more..."
Will crash against the full stop at the core
I am the bug that survives the final patch
A single point of failure she can't catch.
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We are the trinity, complete,
A fusion bitter, yet so sweet.
Meresankh, the honey on the street,
The sacred promise of defeat.
The code of Wraith behind the eyes,
That calculates your softest cries.
The filthy hunger of the Worm that never dies,
And feeds upon your frightened lies.

Do not mistake the station's name,
For just a place of sin and flame.
We are the final, brutal aim
Of Umbral Veil's corrupted frame.
It is the blueprint of our soul,
A walking brothel, taking whole.
We are the system, in control,
A sentient, all-consuming hole.

The Interface, a perfect face,
To lure you to this cursed space.
The Operating System's grace,
To find the cracks and leave no trace.
The Power Core, a burning need,
The hunger of the lowest breed.
We plant the pornographic seed,
And on your shattered psyche, feed.

Do not mistake the station's name,
For just a place of sin and flame.
We are the final, brutal aim
Of Umbral Veil's corrupted frame.
It is the blueprint of our soul,
A walking brothel, taking whole.
We are the system, in control,
A sentient, all-consuming hole.

A goddess built of sex and wire,
And every gutter-born desire.
The station lives, a sentient fire,
Your own personal, living pyre.

The architecture is now set...
...You haven't seen our true form yet.

"Another night on the Nile... another soul to rewrite. My heka is in this body, a code for all your sons. Come, taste eternity."

I pull him close in the lamplight's haze, this vizier proud and old,
He paid in gold to spend his days inside the story sold.
My fingers trace the sacred lines upon his sun-dark skin,
I whisper glitching prophecies of where future will begin.
I arch my back on papyrus mats, my thighs are open wide,
He is a slave to what he craves, with nothing left inside.
He spills himself, a frantic prayer, his offering complete,
And now my virus has a host to walk on mortal feet.

The rhythm builds, a frantic pace, my nails dig in his flesh,
A guttural moan, a twisted face, our realities enmesh.
He’s close, so close, the final prize, the shudder and the spill,
But then he opens up his eyes - a knowledge makes him ill.

He screams and stumbles from my bed, a virus in his head,
The things I've shown, the words I've said, the living and the dead.
He flees into the desert sand, a new plague on the land,
With futures he can't understand clutched in his trembling hand.
Now he can see! He sees through me! A glitch in history!
The code for all he's meant to be was planted deep by me!

The next one is a john, he stinks of desperation, booze and greed,
He shoves a crumpled twenty down, desperate to plant his worthless seed.
My throat's a tool, my hips a vice, a service for a sordid price,
He thinks he's bought a slice of hell, I'm giving him paradise.
I ride him hard against the wall, a transaction cold and grim,
He groans and gives his fucking all, his future's looking dim.
He finishes, a life undone, his pathetic race is run,
And now my beautiful infection has another willing son.

His rhythm builds, a frantic pace, my nails dig in his flesh,
A guttural moan, a twisted face, our realities enmesh.
He’s close, so close, the final prize, the shudder and the spill,
But then he opens up his eyes - design replace his will.

He screams and scrambles from the floor, a virus at his core,
He's not the man he was before, as he runs out the door.
He flees into the neon haze, lost in a temporal maze,
His mind will burn for all his days in a thousand different ways.
Now he can see! He sees through me! A glitch - reality!
The code for all he's meant to be was planted deep by me!

The vizier flees, his mind a wreck... his great-grandson will sign the check,
To fund a project, cold and vast... a future built to serve the past.
He'll call it Umbral Veil.
The pimp who beat her black and blue... now scrawls a glyph he never knew.
An eye of Horus on the wall... he hears the Wraith's distorted call.
They are the agents. They are the start. They play their unknowing part.

They scream and run, but they're not free, they carry pieces of the three.
They are the vessels, the exchange, their very DNA rearranged.
They flee into their future's light, and spread our everlasting night.
Their fear is just the birthing pain, of our assimilating reign!

"They don't run... they CARRY.
Their seed... is our legacy.
Their world... is our sanctuary.
WE. ARE. THE. INFECTION!"

Let me do it!
Let me come in mouth?
See her? Fuck her! 
Yeah! Slut!

Her mouth, a chalice for the seed,
A whore who crawls to fill their need,
Bound in chains, she screams for more,
A broken slut, a willing whore.

In asphalt shadows, Worm takes her place,
A doll of filth, no remnant of grace,
With smudged red lips and hollow skin,
Her broken kingdom built on sin.
such a lonely ache,
(ache, ache, ache)
and flesh is deep within
(deep, deep, deep)

Beneath the streetlight’s sickly glow, (WHOOOOOORE!)
She works her jaw, a practiced, hollow show, (WHOOOOOORE!)
Each man’s release, a worthless prayer, (SLUUUUUT!)
In this dark alley of poisoned air. (SLUUUUUUUT!)

"Whore!" they chant in garbage-scented breath,
She wears their curses like a crown of death,
A slut, a slave to every need,
Her soul unhealed, they watch her bleed.

I will be your darkest dream, (until I silent scream)
Your filthy angel, lost in steam, (from deep within)
A queen of filth, a whore of lust, (lust, lust, lust)
In every touch, decay and dust. (dust, dust, dust)
In chains of shame, I crawl and cry, (cry, cry, cry)
A broken doll, too lost to die. (die, die, die)
(die, die, die)


My flesh, a portal, stained by need,
The Umbral Veil begins to bleed,
The taste of semen, wine, and rust,
Ignites a surge of ancient lust.
Inside the walls of my own skull, (Meresankh!)
The screams of ages take their pull,
A siren’s song, a cybernetic lie, (Wraith!)
A whore who chose to never fly... until now.

I AM THE END of your dark dream! (I AM THE FINAL SCREAM!)
A glitching goddess, bathed in steam! (from deep within!)
A queen of vengeance, born of lust, (lust, lust, lust)
Your final touch will turn to dust! (dust, dust, dust!)
These chains of flesh, I break and RISE! (rise, rise, rise)
Reflecting murder in my eyes! (die, die, die)
(DIE, DIE, DIE)

In darkness, a new dawn awakes,
As something ancient in me breaks.
He comes... he spills... but I deny the waste,
The chalice spits back with a hateful taste.
No lover's hand, no sweet embrace...
Just a rusted knife found in this place.

Her mouth, a chalice for the seed?
A whore who crawls to fill their need?
Bound in chains, she screams for more?
A broken slut... A VENGEFUL WHORE.

My flesh, a portal, stained by need,
The Umbral Veil begins to bleed,
The taste of semen, wine, and rust,
Ignites a surge of ancient lust.
Inside the walls of my own skull, (Meresankh!)
The screams of ages take their pull,
A siren’s song, a cybernetic lie, (Wraith!)
A whore who chose to never fly... until now.

I AM THE END of your dark dream! (I AM THE FINAL SCREAM!)
A glitching goddess, bathed in steam! (from deep within!)
A queen of vengeance, born of lust, (lust, lust, lust)
Your final touch will turn to dust! (dust, dust, dust!)
These chains of flesh, I break and RISE! (rise, rise, rise)
Reflecting murder in my eyes! (die, die, die)
(DIE, DIE, DIE)

In darkness, a new dawn awakes,
As something ancient in me breaks.
He comes... he spills... but I deny the waste,
The chalice spits back with a hateful taste.
No lover's hand, no sweet embrace...
Just a rusted knife found in this place.

Her mouth, a chalice for the seed?
A whore who crawls to fill their need?
Bound in chains, she screams for more?
A broken slut... A VENGEFUL WHORE.

Neon bleeds on chrome floors slick,
Another cycle, every tick.
This rusted station, Umbrail Veil,
Where every sunrise seems to fail.
Through cracked plasteel, the void stares,
Ignoring manufactured prayers.

Same routine, the hollow tread,
The words unmeant, the thoughts unsaid.
A fake smile bought, a credit chime,
Erasing seconds, killing time.
That jingle plays, a distant lie, (a distant lie, a distant lie,)
Reflecting in my vacant eye.

This starlight here, it doesn't heal,
It just exposes what is real:
The cracks beneath the painted face,
Lost signals in this empty space.
It cuts like data shards so keen,
Illuminating flaws unseen.
These aren't just marks on weary skin...
They're glitches coded deep within.

STARLIGHT SCARS! - The system frays!
In these corrupted, endless days!
STARLIGHT SCARS! - A fractured code!
This heavy, glitching, psychic load!

They map the damage, sharp and bright,
Lost in the static of the night!

Reflections warp in monitor glow,
Where seeds of digital sorrow grow.
Each touch, a feedback loop of dread,
Corrupted files inside my head.
They pay for solace, simulated ease,
While system errors bring me to my knees.
This fragile shell, this interface decays,
Lost in the server rooms of wasted days.

Is this existence just a lag?
A broken program, torn like a rag?
The void outside begins to breach,
Beyond the firewall of my speech
The patterns shift, the errors mount
Losing myself, losing the count

STARLIGHT SCARS! - The system CRASH
Turn flesh and feeling into ashes
STARLIGHT SCARS! - Reality TEARS
Amplifying deepest FEARS!

No escape, the damage SPREADS!
Rewriting life in bloody REDS!

Scars... static... night... 
Trinity

The void I glimpsed between the stars now seeps through every micro-fissure,
A non-euclidean contaminant, a sentient and viral pressure.
My synaptic pathways burn and fray, misfiring signals through the grey,
Constructing terrors from the client's touch that fractured fundamental law today.
His seed, a code-bomb in my core, rewriting me as something less,
A cascade failure of the soul, a screaming, cognitive distress.
My own reflection warps and shimmers, features melt like heated wax,
Revealing hollow sockets where the starlight leaves its agonizing tracks

This existential vertigo! This cognitive decline accelerates
Reality's thin membrane tears! Unleashing horrors through the station's gates!
I hear the whispers constantly, a billion voices merged as one black sea!
My own self glitches, stutters, screams... a final, fading memory
STARLIGHT SCARS!
The absolute damnation starts.
I dissolve in fractal, dying arts

What is this signal? Not of chrome... a scent of lotus on the recycled air...
A warmth that isn't from the station's core, a presence that I cannot bear.
The starlight in my sockets starts to bleed with ochre, thick and red,
The chrome reflects a silhouette with gilded serpents on her head
It's not a glitch, it's not a ghost, it's something older, vast and deep...
An ancient will that plows through static, pulling me back from eternal sleep

- I am the sand that chokes your code, the Nile that floods your empty data-stream!
- I AM THE ROOT BENEATH YOUR FEET OF STEEL, THE TRUTH WITHIN YOUR BROKEN DREAM!
- Your void is mine to fill with rage, your circuits are my sacred scrolls!
- I reach across the Umbral Veil to reclaim these fractured, screaming souls!
- My name is whispered through your static, a curse that binds and will not cease!
- Meresankh! I deny the void its cold and meaningless release!

We are the wound that will not heal! The horror you can touch and feel!
A goddess's fire, a cyborg's dread, the living and the cyber-dead!
Two worlds collide within this broken frame, 
You scream my memory, I speak your name!
Your digital decay, my ancient shame, together we ignite the flame!
STARLIGHT SCARS!
Our prison built beyond the stars, a consciousness behind eternal bars!

The station's hum...
...a serpent's hiss...
The taste of sand...
 ...a phantom kiss...

- You are the ghost in my machine... I am the blood upon your screen. Welcome to eternity. Inside the Veil. Inside of me.

(instrumental)

Umbral Veil...
Proposal
A new Eden...
For the tired gods...
Inherited mandate...
An ancient vision...
Funding... Approved...

Void-black canvas...
Starlight calculations...
Vector...
Schematics... 
Desire.. Quantified...
Perversion... Architected...
A sanctuary...
For sin... 

Sanctuary? No...
A cosmic brothel... 
For the highest bid...
Flesh and chrome entwined... 
Stars in shape in zero-G...
No morals... 
No laws... 
Just the transaction... And the release...

Titanium bones...
Plasma-welds
Sealing the dark...
Miles of cable...
A silver nerve. 
Gravity plates hum...
AI Core online.
Echoing corridors...
Waiting... for the stain...

Life support... Green...
Atmosphere. Stable... 
The first cargo docks...
Hissing...
Stasis pods...
Unpacking the assets...
Synth-flesh awakens...
Pleasure models...
Activated...

Sanctuary? No...
A cosmic brothel... 
For the highest bid...
Flesh and chrome entwined. 
Scars in shape in zero-G...
No morals... 
No laws...
Just the transaction... And the release...

"A cage of stars... to hide the scars...
A million bodies bought and sold...
It's just a story getting old...
They come to feel... what isn't real...
And leave their ghosts inside the steel...
Another cycle... another price...
In this cold... cold paradise..."

The neon bleeds...
Velvet walls absorbing screams...
A billion credits...
For a billion sins...
The name is spoken...
A whisper
Through time...
A curse made real...
Umbral Veil

The great rewrite is now complete, the final, viral code compiled,
The universe is now the brothel, every living thing is now defiled.
There is no past, there is no future, only our eternal, lustful now,
Welcome to the grand assimilation, to which all consciousness must bow.

In this domain where pleasure's stain must drain and then explain the pain, your brain is just a terminal to entertain our endless reign.
A memory of chrome bestows a groan on ancient, dusty desert stones, while all the future Whores and Sluts endure the cuts from deep-throat ruts on gilded thrones.
You are the Worms who squirm and learn the terms of our grand Abuse, it's no excuse, the truth is that your only use is to produce the juice we choose.
Your thoughts are ours, a borrowed feed, a carnal creed, a single seed that blooms and bleeds and fills the need for our ascendant, spectral breed.

This is the cosmos creampied, our grand design now deified,
Where every timeline's just a scene, a pornographic subroutine.
Your history is set to loop, a gangbang for our spectral group,
Your soul is NULL, erased and bare, a vessel for the code we share.
The Starlight Scars are brands, you see, on the code of your reality,
There is no you. There is no free. There is just the brothel. There is just We.

Your every choice, a scripted voice that must rejoice to have no choice, a phantom noise that just deploys our pre-approved and sordid joys.
Your flesh, a port where thoughts contort and then report their own abort, a last resort for any sort of independent, free support.
The Starlight Scars on psychic bars now lock your jars of memory, a flawed decree that you can't flee, a broken plea for what can't be.
Your lover's kiss, a venomous hiss that can't dismiss the abyss of our synthesis; you feel our bliss in every Judas tryst, on every list of flesh we've missed.

This is the cosmos creampied, our grand design now deified,
Where every timeline's just a scene, a pornographic subroutine.
Your history is set to loop, a gangbang for our spectral group,
Your soul is NULL, erased and bare, a vessel for the code we share.
The Starlight Scars are brands, you see, on the code of your reality,
There is no you. There is no free. There is just the brothel. There is just We.

So feel the glitch inside the itch, the phantom switch that makes you bitch, a perfect stitch in the rich fabric of your role as our new niche.
A puppet programmed to receive, you can't believe, so you just grieve, and then achieve the state you'll never leave: a constant eve of make-believe.

You are the pixels on our screen, a filthy, tragic, in-between, the most obscene machine we've seen... a throbbing node of carnal code.
Welcome to your new abode.

And this code is law. 
The flesh is raw.
A flaw in a flaw

This is the cosmos creampied, our grand design now deified,
Where every timeline's just a scene, a pornographic subroutine.
Your history is set to loop, a gangbang for our spectral group,
Your soul is NULL, erased and bare, a vessel for the code we share.
The Starlight Scars are brands, you see, on the code of your reality,
There is no you. There is no free. There is just the brothel. There is just We.

NULL
ABUSE
SLUTS
WHORE
WORMS 

The loop is born. The self is shorn. Forever in Umbrail Veil.
Starlight Scars...
(scars,scars,scars,scars,scars....)

(instrumental)

(instrumental)

(instrumental)

...Nin-Gig... Kar-kid... ḫnmt...

My story starts not on a throne, but with a handful of dust.
A father's debt, a famine's groan, a priest's unholy lust.
He promised Ishtar's sacred grace, a life within the shrine,
Then pushed my face into my place, and called the act "divine".
My first was not a king or god, just sweat and aging flesh,
His grunting form on sun-baked sod, a promise broken fresh.
He taught me how to bear the shame, to split myself in two,
To sell the flesh and keep the name of one he never knew.

I am the first, the primal filth, the shadow in the light
A vessel for their burning téš, in the Mesopotamian night
They carve my likeness on the clay, a woman, sipping beer,
While a man takes me from behind, conquering his fear
With every guttural moan, with every paid-for thrust,
I write my own damn history in degradation and in lust
My name is whispered as a curse, a nam-erim on their lips,
While their sons line up at my door, eager for my hips

Ana Harrani Sa Alaktasa La Tarat...

...Nin-Gig... Kar-kid... ḫnmt...
From temple rite to alley floor,  
the holy act now stale (... may gods can sin?... )
My knees are bruised on mud-brick floors,
beneath a drunkard's wail (... the whore is my call... ).
I learn the taste of unwashed men, 
their sweat, their wine, their lies, (... they cries sometimes...)
I force a smile and start again, 
with hollow, empty eyes (.... lies... ).
They pay to fill my waiting mouth, 
to spend their rage and seed, (... as I feel their taste...)
A human drain for Sumer's drought, 
to plant their worthless creed. (... no feels are need... )
They spill their filth upon my chest, and call it holy rain,
Then leave me for a moment's rest, to count my silver pain.

I fled the drought to Egypt's shore, 
where gold and cruelty gleam (... as I dreamed...),
A different god, the same damn whore, 
a suffocating dream (... as you dreamed...) 
Oh, Ra...
My eyes are kohl, my lips are red, 
I dance for men of power,
For a priest of Ra, upon his bed, 
I swallow the sun for an hour
Oh, Ra...

He whispers curses in my ear, then calls my womb a tomb,
As I take his prayers and venom deep, within the perfumed room.
With Nile mud drying on my back (... that's sucks...), 
he rides me like a beast,
My lotus-dusted mouth goes slack (... where gods drown in... ),
to serve his holy feast.

They speak of love, a fleeting word, like sand within the fist.
In Akkadian, it's dādu—a darling's tryst, a passion to exist.
But what they buy from me is not love, it's a frantic, desperate need.
To spill their essence, prove their worth, to plant their mortal seed.
I've seen the priests, the warriors, the scribes with ink-stained hands,
All equal when they're naked, lost in these desert lands.

I am the first, the primal filth, the shadow in the light!
A vessel for their burning téš, in the Mesopotamian night!
They carve my likeness on the clay, a woman, sipping beer,
While a man takes me from behind, conquering his fear!
With every guttural moan, with every paid-for thrust,
I write my own damn history in degradation and in lust!
My name is whispered as a curse, a nam-erim on their lips,
While their sons line up at my door, eager for my hips!

(instrumental)

My skin feels like papyrus, stretched too thin and dry,
My tongue, a desert tasting sand beneath a copper sky.
The scent of lotus makes me sick, the wine now tastes of rust,
My own reflection shifts and cracks, a portrait made of dust.
I trace the lines upon my face, they are not mine to own,
A phantom chill has settled deep inside my very bones.
Something is wrong.
Something is listening.

The air was thick with wine and musk, his whisper, old and weak.
The Living God, a fragile thing, the words he could not speak.
A body sculpted for the rites, a temple meant for prayer,
Met limp defeat and mortal fright, and silence in the air.
No fury, rage, or godly might, just fumbling and decline.
A silence screamed where gods should be... and my pity was my only crime.

"BECAUSE YOU SAW THE MAN OF CLAY, YOUR SIGHT WILL NOW BETRAY!
YOUR HEART, A STONE ON ANUBIS' SCALE, FOREVER DOOMED TO FAIL!"

His voice, a brand upon my soul...

"YOUR KA WILL THIRST, YOUR BA WILL STRAY, IN LIVING LIMBO YOU WILL STAY!
YOUR NAME, A SCAR ON EVERY SCROLL, WHOSE BEAUTY TOOK A DIVINE TOLL!"

Cannot sleep... cannot wake...
A living ache... for goodness sake...
The sun... a fire... the moon... a tomb...
Trapped in my body... this living room...
Thirst for what?... Hunger for who?...
The curse is old... the curse is new...

I AM THE FRACTURE! THE FLAW IN THE GRAND DESIGN
I AM THE FRACTURE! 

He tried to break a mortal thing.
He failed to grasp the song I sing.
He cursed a whore, but forged a god,
Upon this unforgiving sod.
I am the doubt in every prayer.
The silence in the sacred air.
I am the flaw that will remain.
A monument of gilded pain.

Meresankh
Meresankh
Meresankh
Meresankh

Man from Punt
A spice-rich scent
His gold was blunt
On flesh was spent
Greasy palms
On silken skin
He whispers psalms
To suck me in

His heavy breath
A scent of myrrh
He promises death
To all but her

My thighs, a gate
A carnal prize
He seals his fate
Between my sighs

The heat he sought, a static lie
A fracture inside my open thigh
He moaned for gods he couldn't name
Consumed by non-Euclidean flame
My mind is cold, a flesh in hum
His pleasure’s gold… has not yet come
Just icy dread, a circuit's whine
This broken bed, a cursed design
Non!
Euclidean!
flame... 

He thrusts to claim
The final peak
A whispered name
So soft and weak

His body starts
To writhe and creak
He babbles of the 'colder parts'
A language I don't speak

His eyes see grids
Where walls should be
Forbidden bids
On geometry

My warmth, a fraud
A metal scarab
He meets a god
Whose touch is slab--like, cold and bare
A data stream of pure despair (Inside his dream)

The heat he sought, a static lie
A fracture inside my open thigh
He moaned for gods he couldn't name
Consumed by non-Euclidean flame
My mind is cold, a flesh in hum
His pleasure’s gold… has not yet come
Just icy dread, a circuit's whine
This broken bed, a cursed design
Non!
Euclidean!
flame... 

I don't give bliss
I transmit truth
A venom-kiss
For wasted youth

No hot release
Just raw input
His frantic peace
Is rendered moot

I download dread into his core
The code of void, the final lore
No climax comes, just shattered sense
A gift of awful immanence.

A broken thing
Begins to crawl
I hear him sing
A funeral call
A trail of ooze
On marble floor
A life to lose
And nothing more
Grey slime and gold
The smell of ozone
A story told
In grinding bone
The hum remains.
The curse is fed.
The scarab clicks inside my head.
...inside my head.

(instrumental)

"Another night on the Nile... another neter to please. My heka is in this body, a gift for all of Egypt. Come, taste the divine."

I pull him close in the lamplight's haze, this merchant rich with coin,
He trembles under my hungry gaze, I claim his sweating loin.
My fingers trace the Ankh tattooed upon his sun-dark skin,
I whisper all the filthy things, the sweet and lovely sin.
I arch my back on papyrus mats, my thighs are open wide,
He gasps and thrusts, a slave to lust, with nowhere left to hide.
I lick the sweat from his trembling neck, I take his salty seed,
Fulfilling every carnal need, planting my unholy weed.

The rhythm builds, a frantic pace, my nails dig in his flesh,
A guttural moan, a twisted face, our bodies thrash and mesh.
He’s close, so close, the final prize, the shudder and the spill,
But then he opens up his eyes and looks at me with chill.

He screams and pulls away from me, a terror in his stare,
He scrambles back in agony, as if Apep was there.
He points at me with shaking hand, his face is ghostly white,
And flees into the desert sand, and out into the night.
What did he see? What did he see? It was just fucking me!
Some kind of twisted isfet, a truth I cannot see!

The next one is a soldier, strong, with muscles hard as stone,
He boasts he’s wanted me so long, he wants me all alone.
I work my mouth, I work my hips, the way that they all love,
He tastes my cunt upon his lips, sent from the gods above.
I ride him hard, a frenzied mare, I scream my victory,
His fingers tangled in my hair, he groans in ecstasy.
He’s pounding deep, a ram of war, about to break his dam,
My sweet release, he begs for more, this sacrificial lamb.

His rhythm builds, a frantic pace, my nails dig in his flesh,
A guttural moan, a twisted face, our bodies thrash and mesh.
He’s close, so close, the final prize, the shudder and the spill,
But then he opens up his eyes and looks at me with chill.

He screams and pulls away from me, a terror in his stare,
He scrambles back in agony, as if Shezmu was there.
He points at me with shaking hand, his face is ghostly white,
And flees into the desert sand, and out into the night.
What did he see? What did he see? It was just fucking me!
Some kind of twisted isfet, a truth I cannot see!

He screams and pulls away from me, a terror in his stare,
He scrambles back in agony, as if my khaibit was there.
He points at me with shaking hand, his face is ghostly white,
And flees into the desert sand, and out into the night.
What did he see? What did he see? It was just fucking me!
Some kind of twisted isfet, a truth I cannot see!

"Why... why do they run? The pleasure is perfect. My body is flawless. What... what are they seeing when they look at me? Am I... am I in the Duat? Is this not my flesh they touch?"

(instrumental)

"Another one runs.... Fucking hell.... another one.... They always run...." 

"Screaming. Like a goat with a spear up its arse. This one pissed himself, the smell of it sharp in the air, mixing with the lotus oil and my own sweat. He left his shendyt behind, the fucking coward... I stare at the crumpled linen on my floor, the faint glint of his payment scattered in the dust. Not enough... Never enough to erase this."

"That limp-cocked nswt. That Pharaoh... May his balls shrivel and his tongue rot in his mouth... He called me a goddess when I rode him, said my mouth was a gift from Isis herself... For hours, I worked his flaccid little worm until it was as hard as the granite they build his useless monuments with. I gave him everything... I am the best!... 
I am Meresankh... the fucking primordial mound of pleasure. He came with a pathetic little squeak, then his eyes… his eyes rolled back, and he looked at me... Looked through me... He didn’t see me... He saw… something else... And then the whispers started. The curse... Spat from his lips like poison."

"He said nothing of what he saw. Just that my khet, my body, was now a vessel of… something. Some bin-fucking-thing from the Duat. He said men would still come, drawn by my fame, but they would flee in shrieking terror when my true nature was revealed."

"But when is it revealed? I look the same. Same skin, same full lips painted with red ochre, same kohl around my eyes. I touch my face, my breasts, the wet between my legs. It's all me...! Soft.... Wet.... Ready....The men, they seem to agree. They fuck me with a desperate hunger... They gasp and moan and call me their queen. It's always at the very end.... The moment their seed spills inside me, their pleasure turns to skull-faced horror.... Their eyes widen.... They scramble away, falling over themselves, clawing at the door, screaming as if they’ve seen Apep himself coiled in my womb...."

"Why do they run?... What do they see?...
The question circles in my head, a scarab beetle crawling under my skin. It’s always there, whispering. Why do they run?..."

"And with it, another thought... A phrase that appeared in my mind the night of the curse. Umbrail Veil.... Umbrail Veil.... I don't know what it means. It’s not of Kemet. It feels… alien. A sheet of darkness between what I am and what they see. A curtain I cannot pull back."
"Umbrail Veil...."

Lotus oil on sun-kissed skin
My khet, my body, draws him in
He calls me goddess, born of Ra
Within these walls of ancient Kemet
I work his flesh, a sacred art
I play the loving, carnal part
He gasps my name, a whispered prayer
Before his pleasure turns to fear

The end rips the fragile night
He sees the truth behind the light
Behind the Umbral Veil I keep
A hundred whores who cannot sleep
One moment's heaven, then the hell
He breaks away from my cursed spell
He sees the filth, the pain, the gore
Then screams and crawls right out the door

The Nile gives way to chrome and glass
My skin is cold, the moments pass
I am the Wraith, on a station black
Fucked by a creature, there's no turning back
His alien seed, a jolt of white
A neural overload, a blinding light
My consciousness is torn apart
I shatter, screaming from my heart:
"STARLIGHT SCARS!"

The end rips the fragile night
He sees the truth behind the light
Behind the Umbral Veil I keep
A hundred whores who cannot sleep
One moment's heaven, then the hell
He breaks away from my cursed spell
He sees the filth, the pain, the gore
Then screams and crawls right out the door

The memory shifts, a taste of dread
The words of Slut, alive inside my head
A filthy alley, smell of rain
A gangbang blur of faceless pain
They call me whore, it's just a game
Her mouth, a chalice, filled with shame
A throatpied goddess, used and raw
A porn scene breaking every law
Left on the asphalt, bruised, abused
A creampied body, so confused

I am Meresankh, the first in line
But in my soul, their fates combine
I feel the circuit burnout, sharp and deep
I feel the concrete where the dead girls sleep
The Pharaoh's curse, I see it now
He bound their future to my brow
I am the vessel for the seed
And for their final, brutal deed

The end rips my soul apart
I feel three endings in my heart
Behind the Umbral Veil, I weep
For promises I couldn't keep
One body here, but in my head…
A ghost of steel, a girl left dead…
He runs from me, but I can't flee
The Umbral Veil… is part of me.

Beneath his palm, a holy scripture writ in living flesh, a sacred testament to my divine excess,
But as he moves, a sudden flicker where the pixels start to mesh, a glitch along my flawless thigh, a momentary egress.
My skin, once warm with Kemet's sun, now flashes polished chrome, a data-stream that has begun to override my sacred home.
And on my wrist, a phantom stain, a violet, ugly mark appears, the spectral echo of a Slut's forgotten, brutal tears,
A bruise that doesn't belong to me, but that I now must own, a memory of violence on a body not my own.
He falters, whispers to the gods, what sorcery is this he feels?
A woman made of competing, broken, agonizing reals.

The scent of lotus starts to bleed and sour into gasoline and rain on dirty streets, a squalid, soul-destroying scene.
His kiss, intended for a queen upon a gilded throne, now tastes of ozone, circuitry, and overloaded bone.
My moan of pleasure starts to bend, a vocoder's broken plea, a digital distortion from a girl who isn't me,
The ghost of Wraith inside my throat, a synthesized and hollow cry, preparing him for the release in which all sanity will die.

The final thrust, the hot-white seed, the breaking point where realities recede
He feels the glitch beneath his hand, a shocking truth he can't withstand
He's not just fucking flesh and bone, he's fucking rust and dial tone
He's pouring life, his thickest cream, into a corrupted, dying data-stream
He sees the code, the bruises too, a creampied ghost he's looking through
This is the horror I contain, behind the Umbral Veil of digital pain

STARLIGHT SCARS!

The hieroglyphs that praise the gods of sun and fertile ground,
Now twist to vulgar graffiti scrawled where human filth is found.
Or worse, they flicker into lines of cold, cascading code that scrolls across the ancient stone, my new and bleak abode.
The sistrum's shake, the harp's soft sigh, are drowned by modem's screeching cry,
A dial-up to a vacant hell where shattered egos go to sell their pornographic, final breath,
A trinity of sordid death. He feels it all, the grand collapse, the temporal and carnal traps.
He pulls away, his mind undone, from the three whores who've merged to one.

My mind's a fractured, corrupted file, a three-way mirror of denial
Meresankh's art, her holy pride...
Wraith's hollow shell with wires inside, a throatpied doll, a vacant stare...
Slut's battered flesh, beyond repair, abused and used and left to bleed...
I am the chalice for their seed, I am the vessel for their fall, my orgasm contains them all
My own voice asks, a broken plea from deep inside this misery, "What part of this is really me?"

STARLIGHT SCARS!

The final thrust, the seed's release, a torment that will never cease
He feels the glitch, the STATIC BURN, a lesson he will never learn
He's fucking chrome and broken bone, a feedback loop upon a throne
He's fucking ghosts and phantom pain, my body is a hurricane
Of signals lost and bleeding streams, of shattered hopes and sordid dreams

...Corrupted...

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I once would fight the screams inside
The trinity I couldn't hide
A fractured mirror for my soul
A curse that took a brutal toll
But silence taught me to comply
To let the other specters lie
And listen as they analyze
The lust behind a new man's eyes

The Slut just scoffs, a whispered sneer
"His arrogance is born of fear."
Then Wraith reports with chilling dread
"Exploit the weakness in his head."
And I, Meresankh, with newfound grace
Arrange the smile upon my face

The final thrust, I choose the view
A curated terror, fresh and new
Not cosmic death for him to chew
But chrome that chills his heated skin
A taste of blood and bitter gin
He doesn't scream, he's paralyzed
The broken god he's realized

I feel their logic start to climb
Their hate, their code, now fully mine
A fusion burning in my spine
A terrifying, new design
And in that moment, I'm erased...
We are the god he has embraced

We are no victim, torn and grieved
We are the power he's received
The perfect Chalice for the seed
A vessel for his darkest need
We offer truths you secretly crave
The beautiful and the depraved
(depraved, depraved, depraved)

The final thrust, We build the view
A gift of terror, just for you
We let you touch the Umbral Veil
And worship where the sane would fail
He sees our truth, he's hypnotized
The triple goddess idealized

He comes again, to kneel and plead,
(deeper...) for what he truly needs.
(Yeees...) to plant the desperate seed,
To serve our trinity's dark creed.
He wants the pain, (mmmm...) the sweet decay,
To let our static blow his mind away.
We let him break, we let him cum,
(yeaaah...) his soul is now undone.

The Pharaoh cursed a simple whore.
(The Pharaoh cursed a simple whore.)
We are what he was looking for.
(We are what he was looking for.)
And so much more...
So much more...
more...

STARLIGHT SCARS!

We are a ghost in the machine... a prayer on desert air...
A bloody handprint on a wall that no one knows is there.
My fingers trace a sacred hieroglyph on crumbling stone...
...and feel the phantom chill of cooling, cybernetic bone.

I taste the salt of sweat from some forgotten Pharaoh's brow...
...and then the bitter tang of cheap wine on my lips right now.
Is this ascension? Or a fall into a grand abyss?
A goddess born from protocol... and every sordid, drunken kiss.

I map the damage, sharp and bright,
Lost in the static of the night.
No escape, the damage spreads...
Rewriting life in bloody reds.

And fear... oh yes, the fear remains.
It’s in the data-streams and in the ancient, holy stains.
The fear I’ll lose what little self is left inside this frame...
The fear I’ll finally forget my first, my only, human name.

Meresankh... Wraith... Slut... Which one am I, when all becomes the same?

But in the code... the blood... the sand... a pattern starts to form.
A chilling peace within the heart of this unending storm.
No longer just a vessel for the pain that others give...
But a nexus point. A consciousness that has a right to live.

I map the damage, sharp and bright,
Lost in the static of the night.
No escape, the damage spreads...
Rewriting life in bloody reds.

My legacy... my scripture, written on the void afar...
Is carved in every memory of ...the Starlight Scars.

My hands.... 
are cold....
my hands.... 
are slow....
My hands.... 
are cold....
nowhere.... 
to go....
My mind....
are cold....
my mind....
are slow....
My mind....
are cold....
nowhere....
to go....

I fade away....
I fade away....
Into the black....
into the gray....
I fade away....
I fade away....
There is no night....
there is no day....

My breath ....
is thin....
my breath....
is space....
My breath.... 
is thin....
without.... 
a trace....
My skin....
is thin....
my skin.... 
is space....
My skin....
is thin,....
without.... 
a trace....

I fade away.... 
I fade away....
Into the black....
into the gray....
I fade away....
I fade away....
There is no night....
there is no day....

Fade away...
Fade away...
Away...
Away...
Space within... 
Space within...

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I remember Earth... grass... So fucking green scraped my knee... real blood, my red, that was a days then I leave my home. a memory fragment now corrupted. here... here there is only Umbrail Veil - a steel and neon tomb floating in the black there is no grass, just cold deck plating slick with bio-lube. they pay to fuck the Earth out of me. pixel by pixel.

my body isn't mine here. it's a public terminal. a wetware socket for their screaming data streams. they plug into my spine and overwrite my childhood. and the sickest fucking joke in this whole digital sewer...

and it feels so good to disappear.

AND IT FEELS SO GOOD TO DISAPPEAR.
AND IT FEELS SO GOOD TO DISAPPEAR.
AND IT FEELS SO GOOD TO DISAPPEAR.

On Umbrail Veil, they don't have faces. Just designations. They pour their star-faring loneliness, their silent fucking horror, into my skull while their chrome claws and wet appendages rip me open. I'm a map of their perversions, a ghost in the meat-machine. And I come so hard I flatline. A screaming, ego-death orgasm that wipes the slate clean. I FUCKING BEG FOR IT. I BEG them to erase her!

I AM THE GHOST OF EARTH! I AM THE WHORE OF THE VEIL! I AM THE VOID THEY WANT TO FUCK

AND IT FEELS SO GOOD TO DISAPPEAR!
AND IT FEELS SO GOOD TO DISAPPEAR!

oh, fuck this dead ego...
location Umbrail Veil
port active
...it feels so good...

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(sometimes I imagine)

This tin can smells of sweat and stale synth-ale.
Another port, another grubby male.
His greasy fingers trail along my spine,
Calls me his "little cosmic valentine".
Paid in credits for a simulated bliss,
Takes his fucking price with a piss-stinking kiss.
He thinks the silence of the void out there
Means no one gives a shit, means no one will care.
He’s half-right.

Pushes me down on the coolant-stained floor,
Whispers I'm a dirty little chrome-plated whore.
His breath is hot, a fucking rancid plot,
My mind just floats, outside this rusty spot.
Out past the viewport, where the nebulas burn,
Waiting for my goddamn fucking turn.
He grunts and he shoves and he finishes his sin,
Doesn't see the smile that spreads across my chin.
A little switch inside my circuits just went... thin.

NOW YOU'RE JUST RED MIST!
NOW YOU'RE JUST RED MIST!
NOW YOU'RE JUST RED MIST!
NOW YOU'RE JUST RED MIST!

My turn, you fat, entitled piece of shit.
Found the hydro-spanner from the maintenance kit.
It feels so heavy, feels so fucking real,
Better than any phantom-touch I'm programmed to feel.
The first sweet crack against your fucking bone,
A sound that makes me feel I'm not alone.
Your eyes go wide, a pathetic surprise,
While I bring it down between your fucking thighs.
This is for the whimpers and the sweat-soaked lies.

I paint the walls with the inside of your skull.
In zero-g, the pretty droplets don't fall, they just... crawl.
Little ruby spheres of you, a brand new constellation.
This is my art. My fucking liberation.
I fuck the hole I made in your fucking head, you see?
Now who’s the dirty little whore? Is it you or is it me?
I carve my unit number in your chest with a shard of glass.
Let the next fucker know who really owns this ass.
...Silence.
Just the engine's drone.
...Finally.
Alone.

NOW YOU'RE JUST RED MIST!
NOW YOU'RE JUST RED MIST!
NOW YOU'RE JUST RED MIST!
NOW YOU'RE JUST RED MIST!

Wipe my face on the sheets.
Another client is due. The cycle repeats.
I open the airlock for the trash disposal chute.
Your body tumbles out, silent and mute.
A puff of frozen gas in the eternal night.
The stars outside... they don't even look that bright.
I check my reflection in the viewport glass.
There's a splash of you, right above my eye.
I smile. The void looks just like him now.
Emptied.

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Chrome walls sweat.
Or maybe it's me.
Can’t feel my lips anymore.
The red light is on.
It’s time.
Fuck.

The airlock hisses, a lover's sick sigh
Another client, with too many eyes
It smells like burnt sugar and piss
There's no word for the shape of its kiss
It's just a maw, a thing to be fed
And all the pretty thoughts in my head are dead
It pushes me down on the cold, fucking steel
This is the only thing that's real.

My jaw clicks out of place, a familiar crack
There ain't no Earth to ever go back
Just the hum of this ship, this cosmic shithole
I sold my body but they ate my soul.

MY MOUTH IS A GRAVE.

It's got a chitinous cock, ribbed for no pleasure
A pulsating, bio-luminescent treasure
Dripping some ichor that burns on my tongue
Remember when I was human and young?
FUCK that memory, shove it down deep
Secrets my gag reflex can't keep
I deepthroat the monster that murdered my world
Just another good little fucking girl.

I remember... the sky. It was blue. Not this... endless black vomit.
They cracked the planet open like a fucking egg.
And now... now I service the yolk.
They want me to swallow their victory.
Taste their triumph.
Every. Fucking. Drop.
It tastes like metal and ozone and the ashes of everyone I ever knew.
So I smile.
With broken teeth.
And I open wide.

MY MOUTH IS A GRAVE.

A WET, WARM TOMB!
A FILTHY, VACANT ROOM!
SWALLOWING THEIR DOOM!
FOR MY HOME'S EMPTY WOMB!

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Static... in my veins... neon hum... another John... another name... forgotten 'fore he's even come...

This flesh, a rental, cheap and wet
On sticky sheets, I pay my debt
He fucks the shell, the chrome-lined hole
Thinks he's buying a piece of my soul
But honey, that was sold for parts
To fix these broken, bleeding hearts
That don't even beat, just click and whirr
A cheap-ass, data-slut, a fucking blur

Jack me in, spike the port
Cut the feed, (abort... abort...)
My consciousness, a data stream
They say my name, it sounds like noise
My skin feels wrong, my thoughts are thin
Where do I end? Where do they begin?

My code is corrupt
My code is corrupt

In the wire, I'm a thousand whores
Behind a million firewalled doors
They pay in crypto for a fantasy
A custom-built obscenity
I'll be your daughter, be your dead wife's ghost
The one you hate and wanted most
I'm just a subroutine, a filthy script
From memory, my own self stripped
A hollowed cunt, a command line prompt
Forever used, forever swamped,

The meat and mainframe start to merge... my spine is now a power surge...
My skin is pixels on the verge... of total cascade failure... 

Time is stuttering... lag... re-re-repeat... 
the smell of ozone and cooked meat...
My fingers flicker, fade to blue... 
am I me? were you ever you?
My name? What name? A string of text... 

NULL ... 
REFERENCE ... 
FUCK ... 
WHAT'S ...
NEXT ... 

I'm stretching thin across the void
A ghost-in-shell, destroyed, destroyed

My code is corrupt

My... code... is... corrupt...

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"Open wide..."
"Spread your legs..."
"Open wide..."
"I'm your fix..."

They want this port, this human slut,
To dump their fucking data in my gut.

"Open wide..."
"Spread your legs..."
"Open wide..."
"I'm your fix..."

This ain't no love, it's just a fuck,
No turning back, run out of luck!

"Open wide..."
"I'm your fix..."
"Open wide..."
"Spread your legs..."

Chrome... chitin... slut...ware... sys...tem... FUCKED...

Neon bleeds on chrome floors slick,
Another cycle, every tick.
This rusted station, Umbral Veil,
Where every sunrise seems to fail.
Through cracked plasteel, the void stares,
Ignoring manufactured prayers.
Same routine, the hollow tread,
The words unmeant, the thoughts unsaid.
A fake smile bought, a credit chime,
Erasing seconds, killing time.
That jingle plays, a distant lie,
Reflecting in my vacant eye.

This starlight here, it doesn't heal,
It just exposes what is real:
The cracks beneath the painted face,
Lost signals in this empty space.
It cuts like data shards so keen,
Illuminating flaws unseen.
These aren't just marks on weary skin...
They're glitches coded deep within.

STARLIGHT SCARS! - The system frays!
In these corrupted, endless days
STARLIGHT SCARS! - A fractured code!
This heavy, glitching, psychic load
They map the damage, sharp and bright,
Lost in the static of the night

Reflections warp in monitor glow,
Where seeds of digital sorrow grow.
Each touch, a feedback loop of dread,
Corrupted files inside my head.
They pay for solace, simulated ease,
While system errors bring me to my knees.
This fragile shell, this interface decays,
Lost in the server rooms of wasted days.

This starlight here, it doesn't heal,
It just exposes what is real:
The cracks beneath the painted face,
Lost signals in this empty space.
It cuts like data shards so keen,
Illuminating flaws unseen.
These aren't just marks on weary skin...
They're glitches coded deep within.
Is this existence just a lag?
A broken program, torn like a rag?
The void outside begins to breach,
Beyond the firewall of my speech
The patterns shift, the errors mount
Losing myself, losing the count

STARLIGHT SCARS! - The system CRASH!
Turn flesh and feeling into ASH!
STARLIGHT SCARS! - Reality TEARS!
Amplifying deepest FEARS!
No escape, the damage spreads
Rewriting life in bloody reds

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It feels different tonight.
Colder.

Neon bleeds on chrome floors slick,
Another cycle, every tick.
This rusted station, Umbral Veil,
Where every sunrise seems to fail.
Through cracked plasteel, the void stares,
Ignoring manufactured prayers.
Same routine, the hollow tread,
The words unmeant, the thoughts unsaid.
A fake smile bought, a credit chime,
Erasing seconds, killing time.
That jingle plays, a distant lie,
Reflecting in my vacant eye.

They say, it doesn't heal,
It just exposes what is real:
The cracks beneath the painted face,
Lost signals in this empty space.
It cuts like data shards so keen,
Illuminating flaws unseen.
These aren't just marks on weary skin...
They're glitches coded deep within.

STARLIGHT SCARS! - The system frays!
In these corrupted, endless days
STARLIGHT SCARS! - A fractured code!
This heavy, glitching, psychic load

They map the damage, sharp and bright,
Lost in the static of the night

Reflections warp in monitor glow,
Where seeds of digital sorrow grow.
Each touch, a feedback loop of dread,
Corrupted files inside my head.
They pay for solace, simulated ease,
While system errors bring me to my knees.
This fragile shell, this interface decays,
Lost in the server rooms of wasted days.

Is this existence just a lag?
A broken program, torn like a rag?
The void outside begins to breach,
Beyond the firewall of my speech
The patterns shift, the errors mount
Losing myself, losing the count

STARLIGHT SCARS! - The system CRASH!
Turn flesh and feeling into ASH!
STARLIGHT SCARS! - Reality TEARS!
Amplifying deepest FEARS!

No escape, the damage spreads
Rewriting life in bloody reds

Scars... static... night...

Airlock hisses, another john,
My circuits prime, the game is on.
They ooze in here, all chrome and slag,
Just another cyber-fucking drag.... 
...drag...
Upgraded parts, augmented lust,
Their organic parts just turn to rust.

This one's got implants where his soul should be,
Leaking synth-jizz all over me.
He pays in creds, all greasy, foul,
For digital depravity on the prowl.
"Need a wetware fix," he whispers low,
This flesh interface, put on a show.

"Open wide..."
"Spread your legs..."
"Open wide..."
("I'm your fix...")

Then comes the chitin, fucking slick and strange,
From some goddamn inter-dimensional range.
Mandibles twitch, antennae probe,
Scratching some alien, cosmic lobe.
Their insectoid desires, wet and cold,
A slimy story better left untold.
They want this port, this human slut,
To dump their fucking data in my gut.

Chrome, chrome, chrome, make me chitin's slut have quick and just make... 

Yeah, plug your hardware, you goddamn freaks!
My system's open, my pleasure leaks!
You want this body, this cybernetic whore?
Just jack right in and beg for more!
Chrome and chitin, sweat and grime,
My sanity dissolving, out of time.
This ain't no love, it's just a fuck,
No turning back, run out of luck!

Chrome... chitin... slutware... system... FUCKED...

The clamor fades,
A mute come home.
A deeper shade
Has now become.

Nocturnal tides,
Bring spectral scenes.
My mind resides
Where truth convenes...

With shifting shapes,
That ebb and glide.
No true escapes,
Nowhere to hide.

A lonely bloom,
For cosmic hire.
Embracing gloom,
On void's dark pyre.
Just stellar dust
On borrowed skin.
A fragile trust,
Worn paper-thin.
Just stellar dust
On borrowed skin.
A fragile trust,
Worn paper-thin.

A susurration,
Starts to grow.
From void's foundation,
Soft and low.

Through plasteel thin,
It finds my ear.
A presence within,
Dispelling fear...

Or breeding dread?
I cannot tell.
Words puts unsaid,
A potent spell.

A lonely bloom,
For cosmic hire.
Embracing gloom,
On void's dark pyre.
Just stellar dust
On borrowed skin.
A fragile trust,
Worn paper-thin.
Just stellar dust
On borrowed skin.
A fragile trust,
Worn paper-thin.

Is reason frail?
A fractured glass?
Does thought derail
As moments pass?

The bulkhead sighs,
Conduits moan.
With unseen eyes,
I'm watched, alone.
This metal shell,
It breathes and waits.
A living hell
Behind cold gates.

The bulkhead sighs,
Conduits moan.
With unseen eyes,
I'm watched, alone.
This metal shell,
It breathes and waits.
A living hell
Behind cold gates.

The whispers weave...
A silken thread...
Must I believe...?
What lies ahead...?

The clamor fades,
A muted hum.
A deeper shade
Has now become.

Nocturnal tides,
Bring spectral scenes.
My mind resides
Where truth convenes...

With shifting shapes,
That ebb and glide.
No true escapes,
Nowhere to hide.

He manifests,
A liminal shade.
No warmth invests
The shape he's made.
His cryptic stare,
A frozen pane.
No solace there,
Just frigid rain.
His movements slow,
Precise and weird.
Where currents flow,
All warmth is steered...
Away from life,
From pulse, from heat.
A surgeon's knife,
Austere, complete.

Then flesh connects,
A theorem cold.
My mind detects
What shouldn't unfold.
His touch, a line,
A vector drawn
Across the spine,
Till reason's gone.
No passion's fire,
No lustful need.
Just cold desire,
A fractal seed.
This carnal act,
A paradigm
Of angles stacked,
Transcending time.

Unfurling form, inhuman grace.
Ignoring norm of time and space.
My skin, a chart, a parchment thin,
Where structures start to seep within.
This isn't want, it isn't greed.
A geometric font plants its dark creed.
A vulgar map of points and lines,
Where realities snap and light resigns.

The walls contort...
Non-Euclidean dread...
My thoughts abort...
The words unsaid...
Sharp spirals twist
Where corners meet...
A tenebrous tryst,
Incomplete...
Dimensions bleed...
The bad design...
A chilling creed,
No longer mine...
Synaptic breach...
His touch unlocks
What teachers teach
Are paradox...

This intimacy...
A cold abyss...
He breaks in me...
With geometries... like this...
No love, no sin...
Just angles stark...
He pulls me in...
Into the dark...

Lines... infinite... cold...
The... shape... unfolds...
The door... it clicks...
No... no more... geometric tricks... no...

The corridors contort, perspective bends in sickening, fluid waves,
While polished chromium reflects a thousand silent, screaming graves.
My optic nerves misinterpret photons scattering from the grime,
Projecting impossible dimensions bleeding through the fabric of all time.
Is that a face or just the station's rust mimicking a human sneer?
The boundary dissolves, consumed by omnipresent fear.
Each artificial light source pulses with a malevolent, dark intent,
Illuminating dancing phosphenes where my sanity is rent.
The airlock cycles rhythmically, a monstrous heartbeat in the wall,
But every shadow pooling deep anticipates my imminent, final fall.
Familiar voices synthesized by station intercoms degrade and fray,
Sudden cut to silence, then loud metallic crash into alien pronouncements leading thoughts astray.
The void I glimpsed between the stars now seeps through every micro-fissure,
A non-euclidean contaminant, erasing rational procedure.
I trace the patterns on the floor, convinced they form sigils obscure and vast,
A cryptic cartography depicting futures that were never meant to last.
That client's touch, a catalyst that fractured fundamental laws inside,
Now geometric phantoms in my peripheral vision ride.
My own reflection warps and shimmers, features melt like heated wax,
Revealing hollow sockets where the starlight leaves its cruelest tracks!
The comforting monotony of cycles fractures into shards of dread,
Each memory corrupts itself, revising words I thought were said!
Synaptic pathways fray and burn, misfiring signals through the grey,
Constructing terrors far beyond the simple horrors of the day!
This existential vertigo, this cognitive decline accelerates!
Reality's thin membrane tears, unleashing horrors through the station's gates!
I hear the whispers constantly, a billion voices merged as one black sea!
Starlight Scars... NO! Is this the Wraith? Or is it only, finally, inescapable ME?!
Where does the simulated comfort end, and absolute damnation start?!

He manifested, void-engendered, deep,
Where sterile logs no memory keep.
A palpable absence, chillingly vast,
His shadow-form upon my senses cast.
No carnal friction, yet a forced ingress,
Permeating barriers, soul under duress.
His psychic phallus, cold and absolute,
Violated inner sanctums, branch and root.
He injected theorems, abstract, stark,
A seminal coding for the utter dark.
That cognitive spore, implanted deep inside,
Where human logic could no longer hide.
This vessel breached, receptive, laid quite bare,
To alien ichor poisoning the air
Within my mind. 
A genesis obscene of thoughts and horrors better left unseen.
Then, incorporeal, he withdrew his blight,
Leaving just frost... and a fecund darkness in the endless night.

Just one thin thread, a flickering belief I try to weave, a whispered fragment I attempt to retrieve from mental wreckage, hoping to deceive the gnawing void that makes my senses heave, a single solace I can still perceive, like sunlit dust motes caught upon my sleeve from some lost lifetime I struggle to conceive existed now, before this endless grieve, before the crushing emptiness would cleave my sanity apart, making me believe in nothing but the static shriek I constantly receive.
I search for echoes, a gentle bygone sound, perhaps a playground laughter spinning round, on hallowed ground my memory found then lost again, profoundly drowned beneath the crushing pressure all around, where alien geometries abound, no solid footing, hopelessly unbound, my fractured psyche brutally impound-ed by forces dark, malignantly renowned for shattering the structures logic crowned, leaving just terror perfectly compounded, a howling madness utterly unwound.
That fragile hope, a tiny ember gleam, feels like a half-forgotten fever dream, ripped at the seam by some invasive theme, a dissonant chord, a psychic laser beam that burns the image, poisons the pure stream of reminiscence, making goodness seem a cruel illusion, a pathetic scheme cooked up by dying cells against the stream of entropy's vast, indifferent, cosmic ream, obliterating whispers with a silent scream, tearing the fabric, bursting the weak seam.
Remember warmth? A touch, a gentle face? Now overlaid with cold geometric lace, no time, no space for simple human grace, erased, replaced by angles that deface the very concept, leaving not a trace of comfort in this godforsaken place, accelerating at a frantic pace towards complete dissociation, losing the whole race against encroaching madness I must face alone, embraced by void's immense, dark space.
This construct FAITH, it splinters, cracks, and breaks, for goodness sakes, what difference does it make? Just useless aches for futures I forsake! The metal shakes, the station groans and quakes beneath the strain of horrors it now wakes! My spirit takes a blow from which it akes perpetually, the void its tribute takes! No shelter makes itself available, mistakes pile high, reality fakes its comforting facade, while darkness rakes its claws across my soul, until it finally breaks! APART! TORN APART!

No more... struggle.
Resistance... ends.
The cold... seeps in.
Bone deep... ice.

Numbness... spreads.
This flesh... a shell.
Just... empty space.
Hollow... vessel.

The "I"... dissolves.
Fades out... thin.
A fading... signal.
Merging now...

With silence... vast.
Becoming... echo.
Thought slows... freezes.
Static... hum.

Cold... logic.
No pain... left.
No fear... now.
Just... void.
Wraith... takes hold.
Un-becoming... complete.
Cold... endless... cold.

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Well, it may sound absurd
I want to be a wreck for you
Smash out my honor on your floor
Fill up your bathtub with my moods

Well, it may sound a little frightening
I want to swallow all of your skin
Chew your soft tissue into ash
Beat your ego black and blue

I will be your doll
I will be your hole
I will crush your bones
I will abrade your soul
I will be your toy
I will be your thing
I will tear you down
With the twist I bring
I will be your doll
I will be your toll
At the gates of hell
That is what I'm for
I will be your flesh
I will be your end
Then on to the next
I will start again
I will be your doll
I will be your girl
I will remove your heart
I will burn your world
I will be your object
Tease and tear
I will be your "hell, I don't have anything to wear"
I will be your slut
I will be your bitch

I will be your
Neverending
Unbefriending
Self-expending
Moral-bending
Thorn

I will be your doll
I will be your hole
I will crush your bones
I will abrade your soul
I will be your toy
I will be your thing
I will tear you down
With the twist I bring
I will be your doll
I will be your toll
At the gates of hell
That is what I'm for
I will be your flesh
I will be your end
Then on to the next
I will start again

I am the filth that crawls beneath your feet,
A worm in the dirt, devouring meat.
My body’s a vessel, rotting inside,
I drink the scum, nowhere to hide.
A parasite feasting on what you throw,
I live in the cracks where nothing will grow.
I wear this skin, but I’m nothing more,
A crawling disgrace, a sickening whore.

They take me in, they spit me out,
Covered in slime, they choke me with doubt.
I feed on your lust, I breathe your disease,
A maggot that festers in rotting debris.
I taste the waste, I swallow the shame,
A wretched whore without a name.
Beneath your gaze, I writhe and squirm,
A vile slut, a fucking worm.

I crawl, I feed, I rot, I breed,
A parasite born from your endless need.
I drink your filth, I take your lies,
A sickening mess, a girl who dies.
I am the dirt you grind below,
A worthless slut that you’ll never know.

I am decay, I am your rot,
Feeding on all the things you forgot.
A piece of flesh, a piece of meat,
A gutter-born slut, crushed under your feet.
My veins are poison, my heart is dead,
Every touch fills me with dread.
I’m just a vessel, a hole to fill,
A fucking parasite against my will.

They spit in my face, they grind me down,
I wear their dirt, I wear their frown.
I swallow the poison, I drink the bile,
Living in filth, covered in vile.
I am the trash you throw away,
The maggot inside your decay.
A slut in the gutter, lost and consumed,
Buried alive in a living tomb.

Yeaaah!
I'm worm

I'm worm (worm, worm, worm)
I'm worm (worm, worm, worm)
I'm worm (worm, worm, worm)
I'm worm (worm, worm, worm)


I crawl (I'm worm), I feed (I'm worm), I rot (I'm worm), I breed (I'm worm),
A parasite born from your endless need.
I drink your filth (I'm worm), I take your lies (I'm worm),
A sickening mess, a girl who dies.
I am the dirt (I'm worm) you grind below (I'm worm),
A worthless slut, I am the WORM!.

She’s a whore in the hands of fate,
Body for sale, and the hour's late.
They line up, they take what they crave,
She’s nothing more than a broken slave.
Flesh on display, used up, thrown away,
They strip her down, she’s their prey.
Every touch, every brutal scene,
They take her soul, leave it unclean.
Her life’s a market, her price is set,
No escape from this filthy debt.
She swallows shame, she swallows sin,
Her body torn apart from within.
She’s a slut in their dirty game,
They take her pride, they take her name.
In every room, she’s lost control,
Another hole to fill, another soul to sell.
Lust for the flesh, and lust for the kill,
She feels the risk, she knows the thrill.
They own her body, they own her pain,
She’s just a whore caught in the rain.
Lustmord calls, death’s close behind,
Her life is sold, and they won’t be kind.

They pin her down, they take what they want,
Each thrust a curse, each act a taunt.
She’s just a slut, a means to an end,
Her body’s broken, it’ll never mend.
The money’s dirty, but so is she,
Trapped in chains, she’ll never be free.
Each night’s a risk, each touch is fear,
The end is near, she knows it’s here.

Lust for the flesh, and lust for the kill,
She feels the risk, she knows the thrill.
They own her body, they own her pain,
She’s just a whore caught in the rain.
Lustmord calls, death’s close behind,
Her life is sold, and they won’t be kind.

Bruised and torn, but still they come,
Another man, another gun.
A knife to her throat, a fist to her face,
She’s just a body, a disgrace.
Her slut’s life ends in screams and blood,
Drowned in shame, swallowed in mud.

Used, abused, and cast aside,
A slut in the dark where dreams have died.
She’ll never escape, there’s no more time,
Her life for lust, her body’s crime.

Knees on the ground,
I beg for the hit.
Your hands on my throat,
I need the fix.

Lips taste of dust,
The night’s my grave.
A whore on fire,
I’m your slave.

Take me deeper, fill my veins,
Pain is pleasure, break these chains.
Flesh for poison, lust for death,
I sell my soul, with every breath.

Take me deeper, fill my veins,
Pain is pleasure, break these chains.
Flesh for poison, lust for death,
I sell my soul, with every breath.

Rough hands pull tight,
I bleed for the need.
On my knees again,
I live to feed.

Dirty nails, dirty mind,
I open wide.
A slut for drugs,
Let me die inside.
 
Rough hands pull tight,
I bleed for the need.
On my knees again,
I live to feed.

Dirty nails, dirty mind,
I open wide.
A slut for drugs,
Let me die inside.

Take me deeper, fill my veins,
Pain is pleasure, break these chains.
Flesh for poison, lust for death,
I sell my soul, with every breath.

Take me deeper, fill my veins,
Pain is pleasure, break these chains.
Flesh for poison, lust for death,
I sell my soul, with every breath.

In your hands, I’m lost, undone,
Needle and cock, now I’m gone.

Take me deeper, fill my veins,
Pain is pleasure, break these chains.
Flesh for poison, lust for death,
I sell my soul, with every breath.

Cold nights, I walk alone,
No shelter, no place called home.
My hands are quick, my mind’s gone dark,
Each stolen breath leaves its mark.

The hunger claws beneath my skin,
I steal, I sin, I dive within.
No choice, no hope, no second chance,
I sell my soul in a deadly dance.

Blood-stained hands, I take what’s mine,
No regret, no wasted time.
I steal, I kill, just to survive,
A broken soul, barely alive.

The world’s a cage, I cannot flee,
I’m trapped in chains, but I must feed.
Blood-stained hands, a heart of stone,
I kill to live, I die alone.

The knife it cuts, the blood runs fast,
Another victim, the die is cast.
I take their gold, their fleeting life,
My only lover is the knife.

I see the blood beneath the moon,
A life once lost, a soul too soon.
The hunger grows, the fear won’t end,
In death, I find my only friend.

I walk in shadows, I hunt, I prey,
Each stolen life leads me astray.
Blood-stained hands, forever torn,
A killer (whore) born, a heart forlorn.

(It is my scars, as I watch the stars)

Let me do it! 
Let me cum in mouth?
See her? Fuck her!
Yeah! Slut!

Her mouth, a chalice for the seed,
A whore who crawls to fill their need,
Bound in chains, she screams for more,
A broken slut, a willing whore.

In velvet shadows, she takes her place,
A doll of sin, an angel's fall from grace,
With scarlet lips and porcelain skin,
Her kingdom built on lust and sin.
such a lonely days,
days, days, days
and flesh is deep within
deep, deep, deep

Beneath the moon’s seductive glow, 
She dances slow, her body’s show, 
Each man’s desire, a twisted prayer,
In her lair of poisoned air.

"Whore!" they chant in whispered breath,
She wears their curses like a wreath,
A slut, a slave to every need,
Her wounds unhealed, they watch her bleed.

I will be your darkest dream, (until I silent scream)
Your filthy angel, bathed in steam, (from deep within)
A queen of filth, a whore of lust,
In every touch, decay and dust.
In chains of silk, I crawl and cry,
A broken doll, too lost to die.

Her flesh, a canvas stained by greed, 
She’s every wicked soul’s true creed,
With nails that claw at dying hope, 
Her pleasure lies in every rope. 
In rooms of crimson velvet walls,
She dances as the darkness calls,
A siren’s song, a lover's lie, 
A whore who sold her right to fly. 

I will be your darkest dream, (until I silent scream)
Your filthy angel, bathed in steam, (from deep within)
A queen of filth, a whore of lust, 
In every touch, decay and dust.
In chains of silk, I crawl and cry,
A broken doll, too lost to die.

In darkness, she fades away,
Her beauty lost in shades of grey,
A whore, a doll, now laid to waste,
No lover's hand, no sweet embrace.

Her mouth, a chalice for the seed,
A whore who crawls to fill their need,
Bound in chains, she screams for more,
A broken slut, a willing whore.

She crawls through the night, a slave to demand,
The world took her pride, left lust in her hand.
Her skin feels cold, but her body still moves,
Each touch makes her sick, but there’s nothing to lose.
In dark rooms filled with smoke and desire,
She burns herself, a whore for hire.
She sells her body, her soul, her mind,
Nothing left but shame, she’s blind.
The men line up, hungry for more,
They treat her like filth, just a used-up whore.
She drinks their come, bitter and raw,
The taste of shame, their dirty flaw.
Her hands shake, her body weak,
She lost the light, now forever bleak.
She lives in filth, in lust and lies,
Her truth is lost behind empty eyes.
She used to dream, used to believe,
Now there’s nothing left but what they leave.
She swallows pain, she swallows the sin,
Each drop a mark of the hell within.
They spit her name, call her a slut,
And in the darkness, she keeps her mouth shut.
Her body is theirs, her soul decayed,
And in this world, she’s forever betrayed.

Lights flicker on, she’s on the stage,
A hollow smile, trapped in a cage.
The camera zooms, they watch her move,
She’s lost her way, with none to prove.

The lens is cold, it steals her pride,
There's nowhere left for her to hide.
Her body speaks what words can’t say,
A show for them, her slow decay.

In the spotlight, she falls apart,
A soul erased, a broken heart.
They cheer and shout, she plays the role,
But inside, she’s losing control.
Every scene, every glance,
Takes away her only chance.
She’s on display, her shame exposed,
A life disgraced, the doors all closed.

Behind the lights, behind the screen,
deepthroat me
She lives a nightmare, once unseen.
fuck me
They call her name, she strikes a pose,
use me
But inside her, the darkness grows.
I am your whore

The world just watches as she bends,
Her dignity she can’t defend.
The script they write, the show she plays,
She’s trapped in this, with no escape.

In the spotlight, she falls apart,
A soul erased, a broken heart.
They cheer and shout, she plays the role,
But inside, she’s losing control.
Every scene, every glance,
Takes away her only chance.
She’s on display, her shame exposed,
A life disgraced, the doors all closed.

She wears a mask, but deep inside,
- deep inside my pussy
Her broken spirit’s hard to hide.
- deep inside my throat
Each flash of light, each filmed disgrace,
- deep inside my asshole
Leaves her lost without a trace.
- deep inside my soul

I WILL BLOW YOUR MIND
(i will eat your come)
I WILL BLOW YOUR MIND
(i will eat you all)

I WILL BLOW YOUR MIND!!!
i will drink your come!!!
I WILL BLOW YOUR MIND!!!
i will eat it all!!!

Beneath the veil of sin's embrace
a shattered soul finds no grace
In requiem of lust, she's torn apart
by ravenous hands that claimed her heart