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lyrics
“The body, the temple, yes I am a vessel
Blessed, by my angel, and tested by The Devil
Many mechanisms, embedded in the flesh
I guess, I hold the prism, reflections of my death
I stand corrected, like pins in the legs
But the metal is rejected, and wings tear the air
Sins of the soul - ejected, and the wound’s projected
On the walls of the sky, only Hell’s cassettes
Yeah, the stuff that I’ve done, I rewind with pens
Rid the poison in my lungs like retreating lead
So, the bullet flies back in the gun
The knife tucks back, and the blood’s not shed
Boy, I would’ve known love as a child
But if Jai weren’t depressed, then would I have known strength?
The smile on my face, perfected, when this pain returns
Like an urn, I was burned, my remains accepted
Satin glove over scarred hand/
I drape the wool over wolf, to disarm lambs
Of this unholy war, I am part man/
Part god, part devil, and part planet
My cells are encased by The Earth’s granite
Its rivers are my veins, they could burst atoms
Place a blood clot like a dam
Close to the end; my demise is in God’s hands.”
SKIES BURN IN THIS UNHOLY WAR
KNIVES TURN, AND YOUR BLOOD POURS
DOGMAS INVERTED, REVERSED, SO THE DEVIL IS GOD
SO, ALL PRAYERS EVER SENT ARE RECALLED
“Links fall, unchained by archangels
Indivisible, a sky or a cradle
I sever ties, tie a knot at the naval
I’m not of this realm, I am God - in your fables
Scientific, a drop in the ocean
Displaced monoliths - that gave rise to my notions
One shift, and the land’s overflowing
Exponential expansion, like cancers eroding/
A sweet mist over dark riffs, arcing/
Our gilded souls vibrate like harp strings/
Banish snakes to the pits with the harpies/
Seraphim on the cliffs - pull your heart strings/
Push a filed-down cross into naked flesh/
To make a sacred aisle, for your pain within/
The only constant is war, be that holy or not/
Be it fought holding swords, or devising plots
That’s true ire squared, multiplied by nought
So, they’re both lying dead, that’s twice forlorn
Their malevolence garnered, lines are warped
Tears shed won’t comply to their linear norms
When we die, we disperse like defecting storms
Guided through a black hole, we collect in swarms
As my black wings fold, I’m as old as the dark
And pure as The Devil incarnate.”
"SKIES BURN IN THIS UNHOLY WAR
KNIVES TURN, AND YOUR BLOOD POURS
DOGMAS INVERTED, REVERSED, SO THE DEVIL IS GOD
SO, ALL PRAYERS EVER SENT ARE RECALLED"
