Worship (崇拜)

now i have arrived , no longer in disguise

set up your fire, admire, desire me, worship me

and cry like a baby child.

you see right through me and i see right through you

blind as a bat, sneakily gazing through.

the mirror reflects, such a decent man.

fight, by all means fight. i was burried in the sand.

when you were at sleep, i was at work.

making liquid in your head, sewage to your moon.

pineal gland, third eye awaits. i am your love, hate , sweet pain.

everything in between your name.

in the southern lane, where all the dreams will scatter away.

and sane, just goes insane.

im awake.

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