Septic worms craving an outlet,
Outlet form the pity of the
Walls interaction with the enemy
Comes to draw the ethereal blood
Comes to draw the path for
Apathy comes to dry the river
Of the gods it's the way of the
Flesh it's the weight of the past
Tear apart the images
Place the dream upon the altar
It's the renewal of a taint in
Your intuition it's the exorcism
Of free thought holes chew
Though toxic ruins of the
Structure redefining the conquest
Redefining the sun the convictions
Of the hour glass as teh sand
Envelopes truth and the insects
As they congregate
In pursuit of a tasteless fruit
It's the way of the flesh
It's the weight of the past
Tear apart the images
Place the dream upon the altar
It's the renewal of a taint
In your intuition
It's the exorcism of free thought
Crawl through the forms nameless
Wreckage blind in search of
Distant things goals not your
Own greater than you life
Not your own wait for suns to
Meet sensing time in short synopses
CLeaning out infected dreams
Flawless aggravation seeking out
The right disease wind blows
Apart from the desire for a
Stillness light burns apart from
The need for an elusive dark
Crawling forms with no destination
With delusions of control
In a picture greater than you own
Every string weaved through
The soul tear apart the images
Place the dream upon the altar
It's the renewal of a taint
In your intuition it's the exorcism
Of free thought