Take a look inside and there - you'll see that numbers fuse with letters
You will see what I see, and the veil will be lifted.
languages are less than few and frizzle down to one.
it's not pretty here, but truth rarely is, and I promised no such thing.
Bland and baron, grey and tasteless,
but... with x-ray eyes to the masks that people wear
I can see you there, with the smirk and sinister grin.
I can see your thoughts are not congruent with your mouth,
and consuming you within.
So in my stride, I play with fire. Breaking bonds and come released,
in the shallows of the soul resides the ugliest beasts.
Withing the dark, and grey and red - you'll see a pinprick of golden light
but heed my words of great advice...
chase that fucker out of sight