Artifacts of our disaster firmly in our grasp
Manifest madness- Magic Abstract
Traitors can't be brave
Beggars can't be buyers
Cradles can be graves
Saviors can be slaves
Never can't expire
"Forever," cried the liar
I caught the wicked glint of sin on every inch of your venomous grin
Regret in my chest and the stench of rancid death on my breath
We're becoming obsessed
Vexation and stress
Stretching the boundaries between the proudly damned and piously blessed
I'm giving in to the inventive whim
On the fringe of a sinister Binge
credits
from The Black Lodge,
released September 27, 2014
Lyrics: Silas Skaggs
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Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
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