Cloud Rat Seven Heads Lyrics

(Paraphrenia; Bell chimes)
A paradise of delusion. Rotten. Hush-hush
His stare says it's obsession
Friendship perverted over and over again
Willingly cutting at the root
Sisters puncture the replica doll
To save me from the tannin
Impregnated feelings born from lust;
Was it real life, or unearned advantages?
I'm releasing the fugitive serpent back into the wild
'After generations, the privilege becomes invisible to the holders.”
Systematic subordination