Thy Primordial Death Is Mercy
Does it hurt
To be beaten down with sledgehammer words
How does it feel
To be so low you can smell your own f..cking feet
Is it safe
To bear up the burdensome words you carry...
...bury the truths and dig them up again
With hands tied, mouth sown, eyes shut
You can't release the bottomless anger
You can't know where the pain is from
It tears you apart piece by piece
It brings you down bit by bit
Slowly sinking into darkness
Not knowing you are barefoot and bleeding
No one opposes god save god himself
The work of an angel is the will god
You ain't no f..cking angel, self-destructive f..ck
Christendom will leave you in the divine light
With bloodstains on your chest
Do you sense the uncontrolled boiling rage
The uncontrolled boiling wrath
Does it hurt
To be beaten down with sledgehammer words
How does it feel
To be so low you can smell your own f..cking feet
Is it safe
To bear up the burdensome words you carry...
...bury the truths and dig them up again
Again...
