Mr. Grey - Johnny Booth

I will invoke

My ability to not exist

These riches are poison

Says the melody

Let your crooked parts embrace the earth

My retinas have been peeled open

To move forward you must look back

An empty corpse

An empty promise

The days stress this smoking gun bursts through my chest

The only beauty is none conformity

Fear leaders to silence — excess leads to death

Existence, is blinded by sound is deafened by bright lights

You point out all the ills within man, but never point within yourself

Your only concern is looking good on paper

Life is not a gift

It’s a curse

I’ll drink my soul to death, to purge this discontent

Before it kills me

I don’t believe in religious idols

I’ve placed my faith in humanity

So pay your dues

And make amends

You owe us this in your blood

Or I will carve you up

Forfeit, pick up sin and golden calf