Whatever you believed in was an unwritten fallacy. I'm surrounded by half witted Elizabeth Bathories. Come take a bath with me in the unbridled sins of a half breed, half seeing the suffering of a mother whose chest eroded to the unborn son of a thousand suns. Women weeping for Tammuz as the rich cruise through blood stained streets. Beneath the surface lie inverted perversions alluding towards pentagrams and broken "Pay-chology" to render you a slave, but it is written that there is only one who could save.