Ear at the voice inside. Dig a deeper tomb and all the self can finally resonate, resonate, resonate, resonate. Tread on the path of pride. You can be the god and let the faith become your enemy, enemy, enemy, enemy.
Through the clouds of fallen ash, a lonely mother's cry. Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise. Faith now regained. Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites.
I don't belong here. I never saw this on the path I walk. The blood-stained walls, the lines of chalk on the floor. It's getting so hard. I never saw the backlash when the tide began to rise.
Sing now seraph, find the calm within your soul. Bring us closer to the light that guides us home.
Bow down- before the god of cash. The philosophy of modern man is leaking fast. No foundation for the fram by which you set your mind. Just a legacy for the feeble to find.
Did anyone survive?. I swear I heard your voice beyond this side. Does anyone still try?. Does anyone still hope to set their eyes beyond this place?.
Words of high cost (you spit a curse at my name). When thoughts of hate cross (I can't devour your blame). This is your choice (this is your hammer to crush).
Everything in time. Set your eyes upon the shallow surface. Hollow out your mind. How divine, you disengage your self. . Tell me. Tell me of your consolation.
Sing now seraph, find the calm within your soul. Bring us closer to the flame that guides us home.
I hold you in like a deep breath.. Feel you like the last beautiful touch before a final rest.. I know I'll see you forever.. I want it painted black and red..
Fall into the flood of your awakening.. Drown, you're just a trace of what I used to be. . Waging the battle for appreciation you'll never win. Behold the army that will harken with open souls.
A figure for the closing of time, the antagonist divine. Void of vacant word, one final answer to be heard. I will carry my decree into a storm of lead.
Broken teath, a shattered jaw. Ten to one, behold my God. Wicked sons of heaven's loss. Raise your own inverted cross. King's of earth, iron fist. Serve the sacred you dismissed.
I'll be the one last breath before this death. I'll be the final glimpse of truth when there's none left. And if I shame your face, degrade your faith.
Sixteen, oh holy day. Your time has come and passed. The rapture we've been waiting for. Has come to us at last. Sixteen for every fake. Sixteen to every whore.
Nothing breeds more contempt for this world. Than memories now formed. Every moment a new seed. Is grown to no reason, the trouble unfolds. For the trials of today.
Every single time I feel the burn I try to throw it away.. A fast fix for the brokenness of everyday.. Its like the pain is building up, it's swelling up,.
Remember the threat from which it was said. "You will reap every seed that you sow". And the tomb where you lay is the bed that you made. Be still in the pain that you wrote.
All hail the newborn sin. Reject the boundaries and soak the cancer in. Hope kills the filth you crave. So bleed the truth out and fall into that grave.
These eyes, they will gaze and reflect. And gauge every thought I reject. Now sway of stance in changing times. Just a narrow mind commanding respect.