sever the blight - hemlocke springs

Liturgies and prophecies they mean nothing to me I believe in substance not the patterns that you see Life burns me alive Life burns me alive Straws you grip so tightly now becoming your own noose Story collapsing, ask yourself, "Can you hang from your own truth?" Life burns me alive Life burns me alive Sever the hand Of any god or man Sever the hand To free yourself again Free yourself again Sever the hand Of any god or man (of any god or man) Sever the hand To free yourself again Free yourself again Go! Mindlessly crawling, you're choked by a leash Seeking redemption, you practice and preach Cognitive failure, your sickness reveals The horror and panic exposing what's real Life burns me alive Life burns me alive Sever the hand Of any god or man Sever the hand To free yourself again Free yourself again Sever the hand Of any god or man (of any god or man) Sever the hand To free yourself again Free yourself again

I alone have known all shades of the horror I am the pit without sun, where blind beasts dwell I am the revenant at the very bottom of the source Never to grow weary Running on doubt Dead thoughts, dead movements, dead ideals, dead desires Beneath this world there is another, built of bone and decay Grey hell Dry Motionless Upon even rows of downfall Methodized loss Inherent ruin Residual blight For these gates need to be opened For this shell needs to be broken Ether guerilla All hail the alpha fallen Dead words, dead drives, dead passions, dead urges, dead dreams As the world above is shrinking, the one below thrives Cinder springs Ashen horizon The sarcastic grinning of gargoyles The refuge among scattered remains The temples of iron and concrete The great death The silence The roaring depths of insight The maze of severance The golden throne, abandoned The agony The strife The penance I alone have known all shades of the horror I alone have seen the rays of lost grace Residual blight A sunless pit to crawl in Ether guerilla All hail the alpha fallen

We all know what lies behind the walls of deceit These are the thoughts that keep him awake These are the thoughts that keep him awake He contemplates his fate He has to decide He has to decide what it is he truly wants An hour of pleasure or two ruined lives? He has to decide He can't sever the voices from his mind This time no trust, this time What is his choice, not what is his fate To destroy all that is beautiful in not only his life but hers too? What is his choice? What is his choice, not what is his fate To destroy all that is beautiful in not only his life but hers too? Separate the time and place, he has come to the end, the end He holds onto false ideas of what makes a man He thinks no more about the love of another He chooses to only satisfy himself Selfishness is not the word He has chosen but he knows this is wrong And he chooses, and he chooses to be free He inserts... death for lust, she grieves He inserts... death for lust, she grieves He must choose what he wants He must choose what he wants She puts her hands around his weak and sweaty neck He's turned cold blue now He's turned cold blue now He's turned cold blue now He's turned cold blue now He's turned cold blue now There is blood and there are tears for this occasion She can't sever the voices from his mind