The ropes tighten to drain me of this blood
There will be no peace
No grain of pity to seize the hand
The knife tears the way thru

Tight is the noose, it's long been made
The burns age on the skin of my neck
We're the cracks on the walls
Of the houses of tyrants' wh

Deathride of charred iron
Primordial war
Let waters rise and take the dead
Suspended in light
Of blazing atomic spear
Baptism of the lowest scum
The axis turns, shifting to cold denial

Within a chamber of leather and smoke
Shamanic channeling of the outer void</

Raised among insects
Turning cheeks and turning the wheels
I feel their pulse thru a cold wall
Of scorn
Harbouring a grim hope
For woe that comes their way
A trance of disgust made flesh
Here falls the hammer

The idea cracks the old skin
As they seek to weak

You conceal your crusade
Behind the lamb skin curtain
As the sow swells
Her litter boils, swarming in the concrete womb
Draped in deceit, its mortar is old
Seer's oath of the wise uttered
Under a tide of blood
Oh, i would pull you in
See that you drown
My loat

The racket you make when you breathe
Smothered by the outmost relief
The mighty release
On a misanthropic scale
Ornaments of your travesty
Lay a sore sight to my eyes
I will let you run your course
Greet your demise

This world was never my own
With all the w