(We burn black candles and project vicious things) Burn your altars (We burn black candles and project vicious things) Build your coffins Atheism strictness tossed askew Forfeit to hatred's throne Projections like ejaculations stick Fertilize and flourish Gifted in the darkness absent idols Anti-Theist weaponry (The) unexpected hexes of inception Invert the curse of fame If there are doubts (Just) glance at the wreckage in its wake If there are doubts Glance at the wreckage in its wake Never see the same again The sliver caught behind the pitched eyes Has risen three times from death And has seen the truth of ambulances Overrated yet informative Insensitive to consequences whence immersed Until it strikes the shell and organs And infuriates (the) riddled violence further Like a drug addiction but worse (A) vicious cycle rumbling under flesh Bleeding out in rivulets in name
To fill in the gaps, to fill in the lapse Of the wreckage, in the past To fill in the gaps, to fill in the lapse Of the wreckage, in the past Never think the same again The whole of what's behind the eyes has risen You get the shovel (and) I'll dig the hole You get the shovel (and) I'll dig the hole And rise ♪ Sub-extolled, historic, hated, (and) feared The price is steep
Atheism strictness tossed aside Forfeit to billowing smoke Face-in-mirror lunacy examination Dwelling on the signals Projections like ejaculations stick Cum in shadowed shadow Keep this ugly story to yourself Production of the art's best ♪ And worst results ♪ The accurate bring the worst results ♪ The accurate bring the worst results ♪ The accurate bring the worst results