Dyscarnate This Is Fire
This hate is so strong I must inhale fire!
I will my cheeks to be bellows to the embers of the pyre
You and your existence are one and the same
But you can't stop screaming the rank of your name
You're sharpening that axe but it couldn't cut muster
Hacking at the neck, the victim cries "Suffer!"
You're biting your teeth, all retch, no bile
No one needs convincing of your Mona Lisa smile
You're preaching to the choir, not one of them can sing
The voices of the righteous sound violently thin
The picture on the water is captivating
You are the unfulfilled, the weaver of lucid dreams
Stay a few seconds in silence
Wherever you are, clearly you will hear our screams:
We will stamp you out
You'll swallow ground
We see beneath your mask, your lies, your crown
We will stamp you out
You'll swallow ground
The crown is down
With all our might we stamp you out
If these walls could weep, we would surely drown
You won't smile so smugly when you're swallowing the crown
If these walls could weep, we'd surely drown
The nail sticking out will be hammered down
Inside this broken mirror, reflects a shattered soul
Cast down like a stone
The porcelain it crumbles, the vain, the cracks expose
Painted flesh on bone
The tomb awaits its mistress, preserve the rotten soul
Bound in cloth, encased in gold
