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Intravenous rose thorns
Under the light of the whore
A bitter tendril down your throat and pushing up through your sores
Into the violence we're born
The inner sanctum of war
Moral decay another reason to believe
We cast a shadow over
The light that fires beyond
Serrated seraphim exiled to the flesh of the world
A dull razor to the throat
The catalyst of the fall
And then the silence as the pleasure conceals the pain

Into the blood spit fire, consuming the circle
We live in hell and see heaven below
Into the vein strychnine, line becomes the serpent
We live in hell and see heaven below

You are the one
The panacea for our fears
Divine and perfect
Bathed in our blood
And consecrated to believe
You’re more than human
You are the one
The panacea for our fears
Divine and perfect
We share a dream
We’re symbiotic, we’re disease
And more than human

A beautiful sacrifice
For the most violent god
A candle burning for that which would snuff the light from the world
Worship in silence the one
That feeds on nihilism
A pretty cure for a monstrous disease
A feeling up from your heart
That sweeps your skin like a frost
Cold sweat and shivers like a lover’s touch consume all that’s real
A precious moment is lost
An intimate holocaust
Love given freely to a thing that doesn’t feel

Bleed for me
Taste from me
Don't pray for me
I don't need it


from Requiem for the Hyperreal, released September 29, 2017


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