The mind, nature and nurture

Though poison plants released us from our place on
Earth,
We were the natural and rational inhabitants,
Images through pain were potrayed so as to leave him
numb,
He watched the demons masturbate, they came blood,
they bled cum,
Sodomized and terrorized his every hope, his every
need,
His every creed a simple joke, unguarded by our union,
the demons bred,
They multiplied their way in him, we felt him fight
their every whim,
For him they'd lust, they'd have sordid desires, to
watch him burn, in,
Their sado-masochist fires,
We watched him burning, in their playful anarchic
fires of hell.

Oh man, I think I'm losing it.

How fucking cool, the fool said he was losing it,
Alas we know that he is using them, to keep on abusing
him,
Confusing them for us, light in that hole for us,
Ideal home for us, where we began what we was, what he
was,
Thus over two decades was too short a time to quit,
Nurture speaks it,

Nature, you know..
I used to wish that I was able to enable you to be
capable
of giving and living a proper meaning to the lifes
that
you are leading but uhm, for a different reason
I'm as unstable and as disabled as you, incapable of
feeling
able to cope, unable to go on living like this, always
thinking
about drinking and thinking or thinking about drinking
and toking
about myself *hic*, thinking about *hic* how,
never could I have ever, could I have known?
I never thought that I could ever, have ever known,
have ever known that I would ever,
be thinking of sharing your company
with someone other than myself,
I love you, you are my better half,
together we're the dreamers, the overachievers,
the believers, said the reasons?
All of them constant treasons, the lies that we
believe in
are keeping us bleeding all this semen and sowing them

seeds that we keep reaping, why not?
When I come blood you bleed cum, we breed them
demons.

We can never really leave him alone,
Without our union he will breed them so strong,
That the demons will attack as soon he's left on his
own,
If we stay gone.
A broken home, we know what we are saying,
We have seen it done.
Been in the one that needed saving,
Demons close to won,
Over him, they near to changed his meaning
To a captive one, to make him numb,
Another one imprisoned. (x2)

Dead poison plants returned us to our place on earth,
We are the natural and rational inhabitants,
Weakened we await, rebuild our place
For further raids to come.
We watch our ego dissipate, it leaves our daemon to
return,
We measured scores, a few dead demons we hoared,
Yet we bred more.