Complete Failure — Craft of Discontent lyrics

Lyrics

Like an assassin’s headwound in the shadows of disbelief
What more its worth and back I’ll come to you
Black jester, please entertain me with such
There’s too much of the not enoughs to talk myself out of this madness and
ridiculous god talk
Hell hath no fury equal to this dischord, the craft of discontent
Jesus is a fucking reflex through old pornographic materials of unusually
difficult livings
A poltergeist of paranoias, psychedelic hate crimes and a massive headache in
my brain
Sanity, tame me no more