Farouche

Farouche. By Feo. I am shy child la rock, Self - effacing, who seeks harmony, A maze of thought, The introvert from the clan of the bizarre, Planted in the decaying garden of sympathy, The seeds - demons of devotion, Alone together, Bashed and befuddled, at dawn till dusk again, Distinguished from the average victims who devour relations, To rot in fire and brimstone, to burn in the flames of misery, to soak in the thirst of knowledge, To question life, to ignore our meaning, to make up the rules of freedom, Curious of the other half, who hasn't been discovered, The birth of Lucifer, the first rebel, our descendant, The birth of man has yet to happen, until we destroy ourselves, Pawns of myth, believing in the belief in divinity, to automatically warden the unbeliever, who may be unity, The redundant, my brethren, hymns of the fatherless, raised by the virgin, The saint of oafs, drink my blood and become lush, never will you be excommunicated, Blood that runs thick with revolt, Inspired by the insurgent, to be the future revolution,