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Taken From the album "Remains of the Gods"

As a child,

monsters always haunted your panicked dreams.

This time you're the vampire,

and though it's cruel reality,

you're still trapped in a suffocating fantasy,

living out your most gruesome reverie.

When will you let me wake you

from this painful dreaming?

Don't you realize you're killing in your sleep?

With claws of carelessness and fangs of apathy,

ripping holes in the flesh

of the people you once esteemed,

just to smell the freshness

of their final breaths and their blood.

Yours went stale a long time ago.

You'll change your addiction

to appease your conviction.

You've built quite the tolerance

for your previous obsession,

but your new devotion

requires some compassion;

in the face of diversity,

your tolerance is lacking.

Now you've indulged

your feral temptations.

You've awakened, and you say

that you've had a vision of enlightenment,

that you wish to be cleansed and saved.

Wash yourself clean in a blessed stream.

But there's no such thing;

and it's never that easy.

Innocence can't be bought

with a confession.

You can't just empty your sins

into a pit of salvation.

The guilt eats you just

as you devoured your family.

Why do you need a savior

when you could rescue yourself

from the fear that drives your hate?

You'll change your addiction

to appease your conviction.

You've built quite the tolerance

for your previous obsession,

but your new devotion

requires some compassion;

in the face of diversity,

your tolerance is lacking.

What did I do to

deserve such silence,

such violence?

On your quest for self-destruction,

you destroy us all.

As you feast on the last of your own blood,

and taste the venom left behind,

you consume my desiccated heart,

and drain the consciousness from my mind.

Take pity on me,

your devoted victim.

Take pity on me;

this sacrifice won't set you free.

Beware of the soul-saver;

he's not your friend.

Why do you ask His forgiveness?

I'm the one you've mistreated.

Now ask yourself,

are you truly born again?

Your pedestal reeks of death.

A thick film of denial now coats your veins.

There are hardly any left to penetrate.

You had a life that refused to wait

for you to make another mistake.

You're bound to make another mistake.