Of Needle and Thread Songtext
von Implode

Surrounded by reaching hands

This voice I hear, it blends in to mine
I fear it′s molding, for each day changing seamless

Falling, deeper
In dark my shadow's left me

Plotting; a taste of iron and blood

Compulsion, neurotic, dysfunctional smite
Slave to the strife
Crowning a thought as a truth to be hold

So there′ll be trial by blood
My judge is I
So just
My sentence must be time

Prosperity chokes me, a prison to behold
Decipher my flesh and thought, peace by peace


I am of needle and thread
I am both judge and the dread

Molded by these very hands of my own
The stitches are failing, one by one
Senses are fading out, growing thin

So there'll be trial by blood
My judge is I
So just
My sentence must be time
It's starting to show, my downfall′s on display
Im burning out approaching absolution


Judge is I
Surrounded by reaching hands
Easy to ignore, truth is indifferent
Walking with the dead
Lie, go down, in clear sight
I see it now
Unable to change my way, submission′s on me
I thought I'd never succumb