Into the Hellmouth Songtext
von Futurist

There will come a day when you will
Look around
And think I was the one
In a million shotguns
That could evade the ricochet
But then it happened
I let you down
It′s already underway
Seeping in
Schizophrenic

In a state of emergency that keeps me awake
Pushed to the wits' end, your half life


The sugary static tones
Hypnotic and endless
Disorient rats that were born
Never knowing the sky
And now contemplate their maze
But does it even matter
When heretics are still marked as villains?
We′re only following crumbs to the gallows

Eyewitness hues dark as ink and cannon fodder crimson
Tides are rising with each brushstroke of
This fallen angel's bloodshot view

In a crisis of identity
I lay it down
Improvising at your funeral parade
Because there will come a day
When you won't look for me
But don′t blame the author
Of the book you were burning

I mean, it′s allegiant enough to
The state of emergency
We'll keep you awake
Testing your limits
All shelf life expired


The violence you use to compel the doubt
And god fearing, the cultural landscape
Is littered and bruised like the fruit that fell
From the tree of knowledge of suffering
There′s so many things I don't yet understand about your nature
Perhaps we are doomed to collapse beneath
The burden of being alone
In a state of of emergency

In a crisis of identity
I lay it down
Improvising at your funeral

In a state
The state of emergency
It′s devil's food cake
It keeps me away from the thing
That I really care about and the people that I
Could not make it home without
It′s a sorry state
The state of emergency