Paroles de Malevolent Undertow Rising

Your white satin skin a metaphor for society Seemingly flawless, however beneath the surface lie blemishes. It takes ages for the imperfections to surface A canvas once so smooth now rocky, lined and weathered But have you forgotten the beauty you once bore, while burning bridges and breaking bottles in the hall You were immortal, but you grew too comfortable, content and there in lies your atrophy. Comfort accumulated through vanity. That love for where you were, and loss of lust for what you deserve