The roots hold in place the sickness spreading within you
Like carrion you wait for birds of prey to come eat you
Fragments of thoughts are intertwined with delusions
And you lash out in pain, yet your salvation eludes you
For all of your sins and all of your lies
All that you love is either dead or is dying
All of your sins and all of your lies
Self-breeding pain; and you believe you're a martyr
This pain is yours, no one else's
Your gift, your curse and your burden
Guiding the flame to the weakness and plague
Bestowed on your soul since the day you were born
The skin quickly cracks under smouldering ash
And each burning mark becomes both scripture and guiding star
Cursing the names of the troglodytes who have spawned you
You wither in pain and search for something to hold on to
Casting the blame, you salivate in your anger
And as you're seething in vain, the vultures tear you asunder
The smothering weight of every sin you've committed
Begs for your faith to be reduced and depleted
In desperate times, when you embrace every demon
They offer a cage and you mistake it for freedom
Formed on your arms a constellation of scars
And each indelible mark becomes your torment and rapture
Your God-given flesh is almost perfectly dead
And as your jaws tear and shred you are the prey and the vulture
Guided through the blackest of nights
Blinded by the darkness of Hell
Tasting the flesh, tasting the blood
Of sacred corpses floating in the air
Closer to the lake
Guided by this constellation of scars
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