Album: Rusted Eyes Awake
Towers draining light
Onto peasants' feet
Graze amongst the cattle
Broken mouths too weak
Open prayers of loss
Vomit to their feet
Wishing for an end
The slaughter has begun
Fight the frame of remorse
Innner discursion lost
These deadly lucid dreams
Escape me Rake the skin, stain it black
Bleach the burning face
Braying through the night
Shatter through the day
Too painful were his hands
To be forgiving of the guilty
A grasp too tight to fight
The slaughter has begun
He is the one with the branded mark
Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart
Lie to me He is the one with the branded mark
Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart
Branded
Remorse
Slaughter
Fall fast
Bile drapes the towers
Light begins to cease
Watch the towers fall
Onto peasants' feet
He is the one with the branded mark
Watch for his tongue to peel and split apart
Fight the frame of remorse
Inner discursion lost
These deadly lucid dreams
Escape me