Your breath is wasted here from the very first that you take You would do well to stifle it from the start Crucified but denied martyrdom For any futile cause, for the womb ties all in thrall Your kin cannibalize and consume all but dust Yet are consumed by the sand that buries and cuts Slashing through skin but drawing no blood As it all it reveals is an empty promise
Locked in this linear cage Confined and incarcerated by walls shrouded by oppression Seemingly in reach but truly cold in their distance A promise to never let you even graze salvation A dawn devoid of light and an end slipping into dusk They widen as they approach their close, a promise of black tranquillity And yet all in-between is turmoil and toil And the skulls that line your path Encased in a crypt that perpetually fills but never grows And as a gaze turns skyward swaying shapes come into focus Miles of hanging bodies strung like gutted pigs Their necks broken in exquisite jutting shapes As they drift like silent stars in a night sky Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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