faking like i'm suicidal take the hint it's in the title retribution awaits its cycle why do we still worship idols
i can feel my eyes on fire melting in the sun reaping all the wheat of hatred burning me for fun
somewhere in the light i find a glimmering design something tells me we will be here for a good while
feet burn, eyes desert in our minds we belong
silence the night and slaughter in kind
i can feel my eyes on fire melting in the sun seeking all the fear we're made of teaching us to run
warming and boiling our blood through thick and thinning
feed worms, i will learn to teach our children love
psychochronic fever demon world is merging with ours
coldest nights (to life) sun will rise waiting on destiny pleading for restitution of the fallen sun waiting for rain to come praying for pain to drown