Did you think the ropes
Could hold me
You cut my flesh and
Burn your symbol you
Tie me down and
Penetrate me you may be
Violent but your simple
Your war is at the
Hands of angels their
Blood, can't seem to get
It off you your wealth is failing to protect
You no one escapes the
Wolves was it suspended
Animation that left us
Versatile but harmless
It took an uncorrupted
Vision to see the forces
We could harness
They try to over
Complicate you they try
And if you let them take
You inside they will
Annihilate you their lives
Will feel like dust it's
Such a sweet abomination
To drink the blood of
Variations your chasing
False illuminations to
Fight the torture of
Creation now I see you
Were never part of me I
Burn myself just enough
To remember what I am
And one who doesn't know
Himself knows not the
Dagger he holds it's such
A sweet abomination to
Drink the blood of
Variations your chasing
False illuminations
To fight the torture of
Creation we are your
Broken aspirations we
Are your faith in
Domination your
Mouth is sore from
Mastication we are the
Torture of creation