Hey, this one's been on the work bench for quite a bit now. I'm really not sure how to label this, genre wise.
Desire upholding their fates
A spectacle at mass
Separate circles bleeding epitaphs of several persons
Gaping lens to feed off of
For me, it's not a game
There's something to it, something I was...
A new ones birth
In my mind I've seen some, so disgusting
My mind's eye tastes them, as were idols
If you figure out what the song is about, you get a picture of a cookie that I'll make just for you. You even get to pick what kind.