Cut, paint, bleed.
Why won't these walls stop melting away into the blistering manifestations of a tainted soul?
From behind a caustic veil let the angels weep the sarrow of a thousand super imposed melodies; layed upon existence the pseudo dicator will lead the chorus for all to rasp out, blood fresh upon their throats.
"Kill yourself, become an icon for the masses"
Into the year of plague and famine; Gods will become the sex symbol of those raped of hope and bathed in fear. Save faith
As the sky rolls into the sea and the flesh is ripped from innocense; let the chorus be heard.
From behind a caustic veil let the angels weep the sarrow of a thousand super imposed melodies; layed upon existence the pseudo dicator will lead the chorus for all to rasp out, blood fresh upon their throats.
"Kill yourself, become an icon for the masses"
Into the year of plague and famine; Gods will become the sex symbol of those raped of hope and bathed in fear. Save faith
As the sky rolls into the sea and the flesh is ripped from innocense; let the chorus be heard.