disrupting the silence im not hiding from it tarnished your varnished im lighting the summit, is coming the sun and the stars and the moon cast it to black in the back of the room after there's nothing to see vatican pathogen rather decease all the disease reading the signs in the smell of the sea whisper the wind and it carries a grin a human minute a nothing, acute an odyssey rotting on top of me make you see what i see cradling death and the blood on my hands is a cancer, a test left me to sickin them temper, distress and rest my head in the temple of death bed of red roses posed in a row and the thorns are distorted the horns of the goat
lord have mercy on your soul cowar down to the sword carry me to the cross