Invader Lyrics

A Million Dead Birds Laughing Invader

Bleed for the maggot inside them
He is their lie

He is breathless bestial enchantment
They are the walking prison of angels
Shall they continue to seek passage to a modern life?
Shall they continue to speak until one of us lacerates their wings?

We are the indigo beast
An anamorphic calibration of black magick
Light ingested, night desensitized

He is sentimental waste
In the middle of a wasted century
He is the sentimental wasteland
Obsolete foundation
His invasion will awaken
To release their sacred secret light

Dream to dismember his lies

So they can seek Heaven
The sacred seat of never

Shall they continue to seek passage to a modern life?