Story Behind the Song
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Cheapskate Studios by Peter Michael Peric, april 2001-may 2002.
Lyrics
Their paralysis governs my dementia,
Yet my own hunger dictates my dimensions,
Hands that cloak pleasure within an illusion of sin,
The torch of might they've held so high,
Reanimating the Wicked -
And the hysterical, divine, imagined music of the spheres,
Now poison the earth with deafening noise.
To the stars, the sea, the sky..
This torch they've held so high,
Reanimating the Wicked -
Who are now cast astray,
To betray those with no strength to lance the boil.
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