Letters From The Colony - Offal

To abyss with a favor opposed
To assist in a failure exposed
To deny your part in whole, and to remedy your truth

You're sinking fast in spite
The years so tender, bright
Fuck you and your martyr ways, they will not sooth
Just delude

They will not sooth
Just delude
They will not soothe you

Render your world
A bitter place
And show the fact that

You are
Offal
You are
Offal

Breaking apart once more
Allured by stronger force
Left rational thinking behind
Making you inept to realize
You were
Always
Offal
This is
The murder of truth
This is
What we call a truce
This i
As fatal as be
This is
A cold and fair retribution

You're losing shape as winter comes
The truth is shoved were it belongs
Your hand is shown, your cards are played
And still you quest why you're depraved

Breaking apart once more
Allured by stronger force
Left rational thinking behind
Making you inept to realize
You were
Always
Offal

In every sense of the word
You have always been Offal

You truly, honestly was
And will always be Offal