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Lyrics
Reading broken glass in mosaic patterns of emanating light. A wonderous sheen to behold, a perfect body formed of stone. Set fire to the wicked men opening mouths to bear the teeth. Set off, alight in summer skies raining imperfection down to those beneath.
[Deviate from the path and risk elimanating decision reform. Shattered refrain, a washing of hands, a bloodless coupe, elimination of man. Treason - rhythm found by no-one, bound by force, a god's hand, you've lost me again.]
(Those cursed with blood thrust spoken vapors. Curse of blood through vapor.)
(False words by no-one.)
Structure of exquisite proportions to the objective mind. Perfection to the highest degree, easy to long for, to wilt with greed. A delusion of grandure among the buried and the burned shattered like glass, apparitions dividing in a field of neurosis undulating in time with seperation of shards.
Intricate striations defacing the walls for beauty's sake. A flick of the tongue brings the markings to stark white. Ignite the cleansing flame, blacken the spires to perfection, rebuild the faces twisted in pain, avenge us all in haste. Infallacy driven to exhaustion, a force of great numbers and lies. Beckon the heartless and the beaten who stumble to roads - travellers who seek redemption hopelessly. A gift for the man who kills the last one alive.
Pause for contemplation of clouds in the sky. Creeping forward in song, a vagabond with smiling faces, wrapped in crimson, a band of lace to crown the gift. To add a sheen to the divine. Breathe it in and die.
A crutch of ligament and bone. Veins wrapped in constriction fashion. A synthesis of art and soul. Regal in fashion and of form.
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