In the void In the deepest swamp See my voice Comb my hair Pretending plots Of ironic kind It’s a loop For a nude
Swear you did Swear you did Swear you did Try to run
When it all ends Would they recognize themselves? And till then They will find no other place Trust the brand Fire eats dried wands Hate my day On trypophobia
Cage for saints Cage for saints Cage for saints Killing time
Inflict harm Press me down I’m the ant In your gum
God is locked God is locked God is locked And won’t come out