Douglas - Rite | Текст песни

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Lay your beating heart atop the altar
Fan that ancient fire
I will stand behind you and watch as it engulfs you in the night
You'll slit your wrists in worship of impermanence
Bleed your body dry

Crumble inward as your worthlessness takes you closer to that rite
That rite of passage, that right way up
That escalating flight into the brightness of the sun
Before you plummet to the ground in a mangled mess of bone and blood

The hesitation right before the touch
That feeling that you could be wrong
And then you scream, "It feels so right"
But not for long

There you go, selling yourself into servitude again
Blend your hopes and your fears into the wine that keeps you numb
Store it away, let it ferment for a century
And then taste the wrath extracted from that mess of bone and blood

As if you never knew the taste

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