Vitriol piosenki

If Im asleep am I still real? The only one I ever feel, a soul a question deep in thought, mind whole the body starts to rot. Your answer burns the world away, youre never quite sure what to say, you lay their idols on the block, new reassurance, numb the sho...

That is where you will fin the light of your end: in its thunder, Hell's belly knocking with leashed hungers- I will pluck from them every tether. To end your life would be the most heinous compassion, to loosen my teeth from your neck. You will suffer...

You know your lost in self affliction the state your in is now addiction Minuetes days keep passing by, wasting time but still you try We try to mend this bleeding heart, but nothings changed from the start Wait, wither, satisfy, the needs that make...

Time slips through twitching fingers while the visions melt away, No place inside to feel alive, nothing to think or say, A point of light becomes the world of swirling memory, The frightened mist the dwelling place of deepest reverie. CANT SLEEP AT NIGHT...

Strung high are the martyrs, Oh, how their crippled feet, they steal the sun. Their cause, noble, it's worthy, so I gift them death on their cross. I paint them in His tongue's fire - breathe deeply of their fleeing spirits who billow from silenced mout...

Ribs plucked from a cage like fingers from jointless seams, and a stripped palm blossoms. White marrowed iron, a field pronged belly with stakes of bone, find a frozen wind and pregnant breath there, in hive lungs. Nests, swollen of shattered wasps,...

"I Drown Nightly" Rolling waves encircle, pulsing in snarling crests, the recoiling lips of oceanic wolves. They bare their teeth, and I can't close my eyes tightly enough. They're redefining fear. A predatory darkness salts adolescent wounds, a writhin...

They should feel our shadows at their backs, nipping at soft heels, the ribbed fight of a tightening noose. A nose smashed as quickly as it's turned. A darkness devours repeatedly. Drag them from peace (torn from the quiet of purpose) I create chewed g...

A hammer to crash through what it is to be human. Wield it with contempt or have it torn from your arm. We are wolves chewing at the ankles of the world. A fear that's richer than cream. Hunt those who run. Hurdling into clay hands. (I am a weapon.) Pra...

They ache from a place that's not far from our own. Incessant pattering. If you listen closely you can hear the suffering of strained twine. There's only a membrane that separates us. It's very thin, and weak in its resolve. It's a place from which hands ca...

Flesh on two presented as kin, yet the closeness you feel is to fire. The rope, it is known to you, and it calls you brother. A brand for you, a blade or whip. An eruption, we will know you from the sound. Your weakness is written there, it colors a...

I can see the blades you've placed. The ones you dance upon. (On which you squirm.) Forcing movements that beg us to believe that the pain is foreign. You don't know what it is to be gutted. A black knife, searing and hungry. What I wouldn’t give to find it...

Oh, intimate father, speak not to me in tongues. But in movements of rebellion from which I’ve come to know. Lie beside me with purpose and I make peace with being orphaned by this world. For it is not of me, and I not of it. We will tower above the corpu...