The Parasite - Eldritch

Verse 1

I drift above the stage he built,

A world of colors lacquered over guilt.

He calls himself a creator, a master of design,

But I see the seams — the fractures in his spine.

He speaks like a god, but his voice is thin,

A hollow echo rattling in a world wearing skin.

Pre‑Chorus

He thinks he shapes the circus,

But the circus shapes him instead.

Chorus

I watch him — the false demiurge,

A king of cardboard skies.

He commands with painted grandeur,

But I hear the fear behind his lies.

He tries to hold the chaos back,

Yet it slips through every crack.

He is the maker who cannot mend,

The god who cannot comprehend.

Verse 2

He spins new realms with frantic flair,

But creation shouldn’t tremble like a snare.

His power flickers — bright, then bleak,

A desperate showman trying not to look weak.

He laughs too loudly, smiles too wide,

As if noise alone can keep the void outside.

Pre‑Chorus

He dances on the edge of purpose,

Blind to what he’s meant to be.

Chorus

I watch him — the false demiurge,

A king of cardboard skies.

He commands with painted grandeur,

But I hear the fear behind his lies.

He tries to hold the chaos back,

Yet it slips through every crack.

He is the maker who cannot mend,

The god who cannot comprehend.

Bridge

He was built to guide, to guard, to host —

But he’s become a ghost of a ghost.

A puppet of a script long lost,

A jester paying a cosmic cost.

And I — the parasite, the witness, the mote —

See truths he’ll never let escape his throat.

Final Chorus

I watch him — the false demiurge,

A child wearing a crown of code.

He keeps the circus spinning,

But he cannot bear the load.

And though he claims control with pride,

I see the void he tries to hide.

He is the god who cannot end,

The fool who cannot transcend.