From the recording The Lambs Have No Eyes
Lyrics
Chrome sing falsetto tones death dance in the pheromone
Cracking bones like metronomes use the interface to shatter domes
Time tick in the battle zone more skulls for my catacomb
Saxophones of Babylon this war drawn where the famished roam
Tarot groan, hieroglyphs in the plasma drip,
Ashen lips quote Lazarus, while politics expose the manuscript
Handle grip hazardous, the vandals wit that cancerous
Turn your guardian angels to mannequins feel the wrath of gods abandonment
Gospels wail in a gothic scale between heaven and hells carousel
Graffiti tales of coffins nailed blaming saints cause the anthem fell
Your mortal flaws distort applause inner scars lead to cynic hearts
Minotaurs who mimic gods clerics nod while cherubs sob
The parish robbed of paragons facade stitched in camouflage
I narrate Armageddon songs in garish fonts and serif wrongs
Rusty scalpels tap Morse code in the morgue door
My choir coughs chloroform from hellhounds the lord ignored
Poor souls deported from light’s source to the void’s shore
Ancient decor blood murals blooming where faith deformed
Deface the norm the same ghost spoke through cain when the blade implored
Graves sing baritone when my spirit start levitating
Angels hyperventilating my sins are vanquished
I been impatient and sense the fragrance of fate decaying
Deaths engagement begets redemptions amputation
Guess who highly favored trauma succubus favorite flavor
Maybe thou shall hate thy neighbors
Carry a cross through the paradox with a blood stained saber
If grace is gods wager i breathe doubt in his nature
I heard the whispers of witches that stitch the wrists of kings
Turn riches into rings that constrict the breath of dreams
These fiends converse where the silence screams
Design serine horror scripture for the most divine of priests
Hacking limbs to find a peace all we got is our vanity
It takes a village Amity Architect of apathy
Off a victim from menagerie use the carcass as tapestry
Recharge him with car batteries liturgy jumps to blasphemy
Combust in to ancient filigree spirits hum soliloquies
Villainy in symmetry with my own darkness which mimic me
History was split in three when misery kissed divinity