Entry dramatic,
but the exit wound was more traumatic
I'm enigmatic,
the voice screaming at you through the static
All your followers are worth a mention,
no dimension's pretension rivals ascension,
my intention's envisioning sentience on a level
that will never let a rebel ever sever the cleverness of an antithiest
cause you run this shitty city
slowly sinking, and I think it's fitting
watching it burning, and turning with yearning,
I'm learning there are no godly men here,
death is the only thing to fear, and I have arrived
It's like I'm satanic, and I'm an addict
erratic so panic in every direction
your god will give no protection
corner you off in sections,
elect to vivisect your holy elect until there's no one left
I have arrived.
Are you prepared to die?
(Such perfect beauty/ in catastrophe,
Such perfect moments/are what make history)
The softest snow touches down,
mixed in with the ash, her city drowns
across the sea of glass, her blazing mass is seen one last time
reflected in the water, in the night, in my eyes
the city sinks into the sea,
remember me, she sings, while angels weep,
the wicked flee, her children scream and plea,
but there is no escape
credits
from Winter,
released January 7, 2015
Instrumental by: Phillip Colby and Kevin Smelcer
Lyrics by: Brandon Yates
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