Hellion
And he has journeyed more than half the way
The spittle barely dried on bruising lips
And never held a path from which to stray
The dried up dreams of cattle
Stripped of bliss
The forests of his savaged clarity
So bitter
So severe
And scarred in sleep
And no fear holds him hooking down the free
His lies are his and more than his to keep
He cannot see
He will not see
The ever-present void that he decrees
He cannot see
He will not see
The ever-present void that howls this greed
He cannot see
He will not see
The holiest of corpses round his feet
He cannot see
He will not see
He cannot see
He will not see
The bitter scalding void that he would preach
And he has journeyed more than half the way
The bloody spittle blunt on bruising lips
And never held a path from which to stray
The stinking dreams of cattle
Scourged of bliss
The forests of his savaged clarity
So bitter
So severe
And stamped in sleep
And no check holds him hooking down the free
His lies are his and more than his to keep
He cannot see
He will not see
The ever-present void that he obeys
He cannot see
He will not see
A world above the mewling of his slaves
He cannot see
He will not see
The holiest of corpses round his feet
He cannot see
He will not see
He cannot see
He will not see
The bitter scalding void that he would preach
The spittle barely dried on bruising lips
And never held a path from which to stray
The dried up dreams of cattle
Stripped of bliss
The forests of his savaged clarity
So bitter
So severe
And scarred in sleep
And no fear holds him hooking down the free
His lies are his and more than his to keep
He cannot see
He will not see
The ever-present void that he decrees
He cannot see
He will not see
The ever-present void that howls this greed
He cannot see
He will not see
The holiest of corpses round his feet
He cannot see
He will not see
He cannot see
He will not see
The bitter scalding void that he would preach
And he has journeyed more than half the way
The bloody spittle blunt on bruising lips
And never held a path from which to stray
The stinking dreams of cattle
Scourged of bliss
The forests of his savaged clarity
So bitter
So severe
And stamped in sleep
And no check holds him hooking down the free
His lies are his and more than his to keep
He cannot see
He will not see
The ever-present void that he obeys
He cannot see
He will not see
A world above the mewling of his slaves
He cannot see
He will not see
The holiest of corpses round his feet
He cannot see
He will not see
He cannot see
He will not see
The bitter scalding void that he would preach
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