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The Burial - Salt and Wrath lyrics

Artist: The Burial

album: Lights and Perfections


Born not of innocence but infantile avidity I let this mortal frame enrage
My heart and conquer me Is this the light I claim I want the world to see?
Or this the salt He said He needed me to be? The Pressure's building to a
Boil on my tongue Festering, writhing still Festering, writhing 'til the
Tension climaxes A delicate balance in a maelstrom of misery It seems that
Solace is a fantasy and peace alludes my inmost being Only His heart
Contains the will to hold so great a peace Still I pray I feel this
Madness fades, I feel this madness fade Ensnaring thoughts slip through my
Mind like poison Ophidian words drip from my lips in venomous wrath If I
Could bridle this fire, if I could tame this spark But I know that it's
Futile without Your intervention all I need is resignation to a greater
Dependance Born not of innocence but infantile avidity I let this mortal
Frame enrage my heart and conquer me Is this the light I claim I want the
World to see? Or this the salt He said He needed me to be?

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