Intravenous sermon
Abyss is boiling 'neath my eyes as darkness rises to the brim
Each cube is making heavens writhe away from razors in my wings
And hungry flames withing my chest are overdue to bite the star
Angels cries are changing pitch slaved to trigger fingers twitch
Every thing that ever tried failed to look me in the eye
My larva was
The clusterfuck
Of all you precious little if's
Some deaths ago
I'd wished you luck
In quickly dying on your knees
I feel arrived
I feel awake
There's no excuse
There's no escape
The world shall pay
By hundredfold
For every stop
That breeds delays
For wound of heart still sprout more flames than galaxies could fed
Angels cries are changing pitch slaved to trigger fingers twitch
Every thing that ever tried failed to look me in the eye
I am not first
I am not last
I am who lasts truly through and through and through
I am the wormwood
Will cannot be bent
Hate cannot be spent
I'm its effector
I am the wormwood
Angels cries are changing pitch slaved to trigger fingers twitch
Every thing that ever tried failed to look me in the eye
And goddess of the naked blades is sprinkling world with tungsten cores
Which fall like all-corrosive rain of seed in spasming vestal throats
Each cube is making heavens writhe away from razors in my wings
And hungry flames withing my chest are overdue to bite the star
Angels cries are changing pitch slaved to trigger fingers twitch
Every thing that ever tried failed to look me in the eye
My larva was
The clusterfuck
Of all you precious little if's
Some deaths ago
I'd wished you luck
In quickly dying on your knees
I feel arrived
I feel awake
There's no excuse
There's no escape
The world shall pay
By hundredfold
For every stop
That breeds delays
For wound of heart still sprout more flames than galaxies could fed
Angels cries are changing pitch slaved to trigger fingers twitch
Every thing that ever tried failed to look me in the eye
I am not first
I am not last
I am who lasts truly through and through and through
I am the wormwood
Will cannot be bent
Hate cannot be spent
I'm its effector
I am the wormwood
Angels cries are changing pitch slaved to trigger fingers twitch
Every thing that ever tried failed to look me in the eye
And goddess of the naked blades is sprinkling world with tungsten cores
Which fall like all-corrosive rain of seed in spasming vestal throats
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