gravedigger's daughter
Sink your knees into the dirt
That is your biased, narrow mind,
And cling to thoughts you think can save
You from those that you've left behind.
Behold your lonely, bitter glory
In all its fabricated rot
It's lovely how you preach false stories
That represent all that you're not.
I'll be the one that drives you mad
While you clutch pillows in your bed
And invite your sins to witness hate
You've born from me destroy your head.
I'm not an ambiguous, holy god
That's bathed in a solitary blue
What I am is corrupted by those sins
That now, are coming after you.