Complexion

and at every warning they’re turning away
manifesting and torn into another decay
manifesting the pallid trite complexion of decay
and the tyrant’s awaking from his sleep
all the servants are making his conscience weak
manifesting the sickly devolution of decay
all rise for the resurrection
the art of nothing men
is just a bleak complexion
only formed within
and i consider the feelings i had before
when my freedom was beaten and sold and whored
to the mercenary pallid trite complexion of decay
you’re afloat but you haven’t found the sea
and i need to be colder but it’s not in me to believe in the worthless coalition of decay