[Lyric] Escape Route (Abated Mass of Flesh)

Conflicting afflictions
Tear away the fibers of sanity
I hate, I fall, I walk away
From the filth that you spew
Decorate my temple
With the arrows from your tongue
Swallowing hate, biding my time
For an open door apart from you
Your cynical motives
Testing morality
And I'll prove I'm more
Than the kings you emulate