Hapax Vitriol
And Man, with his pride, had God created
After His own image and likeness
Walk alone
It leads us to despair
This cuts of my arms
The constant cold
Dipping the skin in loving slime
Remember where you come from
Hope is a trap
Blinding mist of illusions
Amen
Bringing for a minute
A glimpse of eternity
That we would stretch over the whole time
The cuts of my arms
I scrape off the skin's crust
Is there something that shakes the mirror?
Remember where you come from
[Refrain]
