Steph Taylor aka Narcissus Narcosis - Hollow Number Four lyrics

Invite the End of Days Don't fight the evil ways Enlight an apocalyptic craze I phase away like day to night and take the martyrs place Erase space. Chase black desires in which my existence was laced Face facts liars why aim higher when I stay higher Wired, hot. Stay fire, spittin'. No way you forgot Vamp bitten at a campfire. Molecules never rot While you're basically based below my pace ace My visions embraced. Re-traced. No hope of escape A ghost in a shell predestined for hell and mind-rape Infested at best. Infected rotten smell With an epic story-tale of my mind-state. Divine hate You're already late. The d**h of the track. I wrecked like divine fate Broke it's neck and its back. Then from grace I fell Yet rose to glory you lack still Keep allegories gory. With them fearing my stories Endorphin's morphing. Brain, slayed pain like I'm morphine The voices, you hear them. Invite them in Dark noises, bad choices. Excite you yes? I'm poison, avoid it or fade away Erosion of your soul as you suffocate Explosion of emotions redefining hate Supposed refocus of defying fate The new incision of unholy visions as a decision The gifts were missed, like chaotic bliss [Fall into despair calling from the darkness within yourself. (x2)] No forgiveness in existence that risked it and missed bliss Old written lit bits of my past visits and vast mystics Rid them of hidden freedom, bleed them dry Here they lie in the moonlight sky of my Eden Breath in the Ki of the fallen defeated Befallen non-believing things seated Greeted with, and treated to plague for an age of rage Degrade. It's degrading degradation You're afraid of facing tribulation Causing your damnation in frustration Suffocation with aggravations sensation My calculations correct Indications of divination's infect Mutations infest, blessed to progress with success Pressed to becoming the best, obsessed Impressed with the darkness you detest Nevertheless, to escape eternal d**h's request Professed un-dead. Suggest undressed with no protest Sins that were said. Behest for my bequest to be expressed Vamp chicks confess to Steph The voices, you hear them. Invite them in Dark noises, bad choices. Excite you yes? I'm poison, avoid it or fade away Erosion of your soul as you suffocate Explosion of emotions redefining hate Supposed refocus of defying fate The new incision of unholy visions as a decision The gifts were missed, like chaotic bliss [Fall into despair calling from the darkness within yourself. (x2)]