Self-Schism Songtext
von Temple of Void
Self-Schism Songtext
Lord of the irons, yet master of none.
White hot from the pyre, but the damage
Is done.
The wax has melted; reveal the wick within
Begin total bisect. My fingers grip the skin.
Blood flows downward when the nails dig in.
Scalp detaches; bregmatic cranial split.
Self-Schism: The last chance of escape.
Devour the hours until darkness is left The mind exposed so the illness can drain.
Hemispherical rupture; cerebral chasm remains.
Let division continue. Palates and ribs break.
Organ partition fall to feed the snakes.
Self-Schism: The last chance of escape.
Devour the hours until only darkness is left.
Only darkness is left.
Pace slips from my life.
Dread consumes.
White hot from the pyre, but the damage
Is done.
The wax has melted; reveal the wick within
Begin total bisect. My fingers grip the skin.
Blood flows downward when the nails dig in.
Scalp detaches; bregmatic cranial split.
Self-Schism: The last chance of escape.
Devour the hours until darkness is left The mind exposed so the illness can drain.
Hemispherical rupture; cerebral chasm remains.
Let division continue. Palates and ribs break.
Organ partition fall to feed the snakes.
Self-Schism: The last chance of escape.
Devour the hours until only darkness is left.
Only darkness is left.
Pace slips from my life.
Dread consumes.
Writer(s): Jason Pearce, Alexander Awn, Brent Satterly, Michael Erdody, Don Durr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
