Blinded behind walls of
Self built stained glass
Focus enters eyes well
I will not bear to watch
While the animated sadness releases
A
So salvation, here runs the flood, here dies the love
The
The gathering now of storms within
That whip and rip the
Can you hear us when we scream
Of our burdened beliefs
There is an aftertaste to celebrate
In the swings of my
I fell so low on the long way home
Sinking ever
The bitter wind drifts
Through the apparition
A sleep that heavies the
Where
seduction sleeps
to the smell of your lifelessness
Wrapped in plastic
Your
To ashes We fall
Paralyzed and demoralized
From unhallowed voices upon the
Instrumental
*Lead - Joseph*
*Growl-scream*
The wreckage to plagues
We sing on the breath
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