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Self titled Rigormortist logo.

We control the thoughts. We control the actions. We control you.

Seeing the destruction of the world was too much for her as she exhaled the toxic fumes of devastation.

The world creates its own toxins while awaiting the end.

All eyes on you. No where to run to where to hide. You can escape the watchful eye.

Without the sound of screams. Without the sound of laughter. She lay here at the floor. Never feel anymore. The dark consumes her light. The death has taken flight.

The toxic sky kisses her face as the wind blows away her essence. Do we see the way she does. Blind to the face of death. Her body breaks away with each step she endures.

We see what you thinking. We watch what you do. Your never safe from us. We are you.

Just a picture of me the freak behind the canvases.

The winds strips everything a way until we are bare revealed to its glory. Not even our flesh remains.

A girl laying on her table with makeup littered the floor like blood drops. With her head opened at the top, her imagination running away from her skull. Ripping away into the eternity that is oblivion. All the same time grey wash with a little red and colors on for imagination.

She stares in the void we have created and weeps the blood of the innocent. Her thoughts full of the destruction this world has brought on itself. We and to blame. She exhales the toxicity.

Staring into the eyes of destiny. We see what we want to see. What atones to you and ravages your mind until your inner desire comes fourth.