I slept with faith and woke up to a corpse
A weary pilgrim with greed of a shark
The deepest snake of certainty
Lays beneath conscious doubt
Satiated and refreshed in vice
When violent fascination ceases to amuse
A witness to the rise
Hungry for more, sublimating
Acquiring the taste for nature's violation
Upon the barriers the ego may roam
Untouchable perfection never ceases to attract
The blood of the beast
Head of a satyr, ecstasy
The holiest is it
The tombs of them whom she has slain
Sealed seven letters inked by disdain
Beware what really exists, as it has no ego
Is it
The tombs of them whom she has slain
Sealed seven letters inked by disdain
Beware what really exists, as it has no ego
Ecstasy
Beware what really exists, as it has no ego
Things we don't understand, yet we adore, beware
Awake from the dream, a truth we all know
Awake from the waking, the truth that's unknown
Awake from the dream, a truth we all know
Awake from the waking, the truth that's unknown
