Slit

Fly with me from the adamantine gates
Into the iridescent sky
To become
A mote of imperfection
In the eye
Of an infallible god

Nature's bosom heaves
Yearning for a hero
Skies now darkened
Clouds heavy with rain
Fly with me

Fly with me

From our touch
She will tremble
I gently SLIT her skin
From our touch
She will tremble

We fly

We fly
Into the billowing cloud-mass
Origin of the storm
And the chaos to come
She moans
Hear the deafening thunder
Harbinger of the flood
To wash us all away

In their cloaks of lead
The torrents overcome them
Faith lost to depths which light cannot reach
In pleasure we drown

A life worth losing
For an end worth bringing
SUBMERGED
We shall never surface
SUBMERGED
We shall never surface
SAVOR YOUR LAST BREATHS

For tonight we fly

Now we fly
From the gates
Into the sky
Imperfection in the dying thoughts
In the dying thoughts
Of a drowning god

OF A DROWNED GOD



Credits
Writer(s): Jaland Worley
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